Rainbow’s End

Once upon a time,
I thought that I would try
to reach the rainbow’s end
arced across the sky.

The pastel spectral ribbon
invited me to stand
upon the very spot
it seemed to touch the land.

I strode in that direction
but soon enough was clear
the rainbow’s end was slippery
and coming nowhere near.

It’s all a grand illusion,
there is no pot of gold.
The treasure is the rainbow,
the beauty we behold.