One day in early spring I walk along a rainbow, sure, at the end of it we’ll a pot of gold… The … is waiting. And as I near the end of the lovely rainbow right before my eyes was what I’d come to find. A light as bright as any light these eyes of mine could hope a light might be. For it was the light inside of me.
And as I walked along looking at the rainbow, how, I wondered, would I bring my gold away? Would I stay and live along the lovely colors shining down on me, resting there till eternity? And as I near the end of the lovely rainbow right before my eyes was what I’d come to find. A light as bright as any light these eyes of mine could hope a light might be. And the light was shining constantly. Like no mortal eye could ever see, for it was the light inside of me.
