First comes red,

Flaming like a blood moon

In the dead of night.

Then comes orange,

Dancing like the flames

Of a merry bonfire,

Surrounded with laughs.

Next appears yellow,

Tangy as a lemon

Fresh picked from its tree.

After, green fades in,

Its fronds swishing

With the smallest breeze.

Droplets of blue

Fall from the sky

Blending between sky and grass.

Next marches indigo,

The middler between

Blue and violet,

Always unnoticed:

But a shadow.

Last comes violet,

Blossoming with the petals

Of the last rainbow soldier.