The Rainbow

I love the way you see the rainbow,

Looking out for the right hues to brighten you.

I like the way you touch the rain drop,

With your hands stretched out for more rain to,

Quench the parched dry earth.

I admire the way you blink at the stars,

Before their twinkle gets entangled in your curly hair.

I adore the way you smell the flowers in,

Oblivious of the thorn that can hurt.

I am amazed how you perceive and imagine,

And draw in the air with your fingers.

You and I are the same creatures,

Created by the same master.

The only difference you actually see the reality,

And I blinded by materialism of no utility.