Rainbow

At the end of the rainbow,
Where the color meets land,
Wonders happen.

Some say there is no such thing. 
Others believe there’s gold. 
Or maybe there’s a whole new world.

Walking through the wide open field.
The air,
Damp.
The sky,
Clear. 

But what does she see?
The rainbow,
Fading into the ground.
She walks closer. 
Almost as if she can touch it.

When she turns back around. 
She's somewhere new,
Is it heaven,
No. 
It's a wonderland.

The smell of fruity happiness fills her body. 
And she feels a way she has never felt before. 
Light, 
Free,
Happy.
At the end of the rainbow.