The End

Prism

A cloud of milk, spilt across the darkness,
A thousand glitter glimmers high above,
Distantly shining black and white starkness,
Feathering gravity's great pull and shove.

Now as the golden sun lights up the blue,
Liquid refraction colors the morning,
Shimmer and shine through the bright hanging dew,
And shower the world in rainbow glory.

Pink and blue and orange, twilight gleaming grace,
Clouds over sun, under moon ascending,
Their perfection shines, leaving not a trace,
With a pop and flicker, gone the red ring.

From dawn to dusk and dark night to bright day,
Rainbow refractions, incessant light's play.