They’ve lied about the rainbow!
It’s not a blessing of the rain, no!
The truth is in the name!
“Bow” of bow-and-arrow fame!
The proof is in its aim.
Follow rain from whence it came,
You’ll find clouds to roundly blame.
Beautiful but lonely is the sky,
Bluely full of lowly reasons why
It might launch a you or I
Up to say, “Oh, hey there, hi!”
Have you ever been an arrow?
It’s the opposite of scarecrow.
Cloud would command as pharaoh:
“Fly up into the air, go!
Come be my wondrous buddy
Up in this thunderous bubbly!”
Will you obey?
One last thing I’ll say –
If you wish to walk the sky,
Well, there are other ways.