I always used to see rainbows as a kid-
happy, happy, happy
But everything turned gray for a while.
I suppose that's why I appreciate the color now-
green, red, blue
Even black has a rainbow in it.
I see a lot of things that make me sad and cloud my view-
corruption, greed, anger
But then I see good and awesome things too.
Like people creating and people enjoying my creations-
comment, favorite, share
I think it's the best feeling in the world.
Or how there are so many people trying to change-
compassion, equality, respect
The belief that we'll do it is ingrained in me.
And you appreciate the quiet times-
calm, silence, peace
They're pretty awesome too.
When everything becomes a prism-
refraction, rainbow, light
The world can't be anything but beautiful.
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