Sitting Under A Rainbow

I’m sitting under the rainbow
Sick of chasing pots of gold
looking up from way down low.
Some will say I gave up on my dreams,
But you know its not so bad here,
Looking up at coloured seams.
Chasing that elusive pot
doesn’t seem so important
for I found I have the lot.
Friends colour my pathway,
Prisms of internal light,
A different sort of pay.
So I will sit under my rainbow
Enjoying waves of colour
Knowing it will never go.
Let me be a bright stripe
In the rainbow of your life
Forget internal strife
Let rainbows light your life.