by Rachel Jewel

Alone one day I set forth
To reach my rainbow's end
Only to find
After searching the world
True gold is found within

Looking up to the sky
I asked the young moon
With his court of stars all around
To whisper his secret of undying grace
In reply he disclosed not a sound

So I sought out the wind
Flying free on her own
My troubled soul to mend
She too slipped through my grasp
Ignoring my plea for a bit of her strength to lend

The wise old oak
With inspiring song
Rustling through his leaves
Kept also his thoughts unto himself
Confiding in only the breeze

Around the world
Endlessly trudging
Longing for answers or reasons
Old mother Nature scoffs at me now
In harmony with four laughing Seasons

In sheer despair
I wandered on
Coming to rest at last
By the side of a pond, clear and deep
With a surface as clear as glass

All around me was a stillness
As if my grief were known
And there those depths
Confronted me
With an image of my own

Alone one day I set forth
To reach my rainbow's end
Only to find
After searching the world
True gold is found within