Rainbow

Gaze the trees,

There are leaves blowing with the breeze.

How hard they may try,

There is a chocking sky.

I am amazed,

Colours of rainbow are now water surfaced,

Is the sky not enough or they have resurfaced.

New shade of up above is smoke and grey,

And those seven colours have come down to remind us that the day is not away.

Once a perfect arc,

Is now undefined and dark.

Which emerged after a blissful shower,

Has scattered into tiny droplets, over the ocean engaged in an oily power.