"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the seas, at the long course of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars, and yet they pass by themselves without wondering."
— Saint Augustine
I used to call the bright colors a lie,
The rainbow’s promise a joke in the sky,
But orange and pink, red, purple and blue—they are true.
Gray is real and it’s strong,
The blackest night can go on,
But there’s honesty and life in every hue and its song.
The rain clouds hang heavy and low in the skies.
Tonight’s stars glow dim in my eyes.
But I still believe in the colors.
I believe in the sunrise.