Reflections in Windows

Counting the rainbows

Reflected in the windows

Dreaming of a future

A future where rainbows are real

Quiet times good times

Misunderstood lines

Spoken like whispers

Not knowing they'd end

We sat for hours

Identifying flowers

In pastures and woodlands

Close to the sea

The rainbows may have faded

The windows are shaded

But there's still a future

For you and me

Just touch the soft rain

Wash away all pain

We still have a future in which

Rainbows are real

Windows may reflect life

Mirror lives torn by strife

But out of the storm

A new rainbow is born

A new rainbow is born