Under One Rainbow
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Michael Morrison, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2015
You could say, there stood a boy of young but of the oldest thoughts
With eyes reflecting sunshine’s touch, off an iris of coloured quartz
His hair made brown, and brows akin, but somehow gold in tone
And of the world letting his joy and happiness be known
As Earth was full of mixed delight, from ants to wisened greens
From the lush, time-worn Rift Valley to the Himalayas’ snowy gleam
And lain above the hill he saw a rainbow’s sparkling sky
As great cities down below ignored the heart of nature’s cry
For then, the heavens, darkened like a stream with mud-blotched swirls
And two dark demons, filled with hate shook the divine world
Their breath infected air and sea, through maddening acid rain
And with no end they tore and clashed while all were filled with pain
I wish there were no bombs, no guns, no war within our world
I wish there no eroded hearts and pointless loss be naught unfurled
For with 7 billion caring souls the light embraced the dark
And all that lived and all that died were part of the rainbows spark.