After a terrible event from a storm,
Hope came in the most colorful form.
An arc setting a bridge to the site of joy,
Brings hope to all people as God’s envoy.
Descending and appearing in the clear sky.
Birds fly through the middle of its eye.
At the end of it, they say is a pot of gold,
But a glimpse of this bow brings joy to young and old.
The light of its seven wondrous colors,
Trying to give the prayers the answers,
The hope shines to His majestic awe.
Showing everything made by His law.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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