The Rainbow

Once a scientist in the darkest room of his lab
Experimented on light with his spectroscope.
He had hit upon the myth of light and colors;
He may get the Nobel prize, he did rightly hope.
All fancies of Nature are merely the play of
The vibrations of energy; nothing is true that
We see, hear and sense; just an impression
On the unsuspecting brain cells, he brooding sat.

When screaming came his little granddaughter,
“Gran’pa, come out and see! There is a beautiful
Rainbow in the sky!” The scientist smiled
At the ignorant child, but pulled by her came out
And “ Believe me”, he swears “I truly saw
A thousand rainbows in her eyes!”