Rainbow droplets

It is Sunday morning, and I have again the task of gathering the good

of those fruits and herbs we planted in our little patch,

where we thought the mystery was beyond the possibilities.

I felt these funny little colors, these gems of pomp and circumstance,

filled with the tearful droplets of the rainbow, might have the value
 
with which we shall have to face our precious, sunny endeavors.

I thought the circle of life will glory with our frail presence here, 

at times bereft of the possible hopes of virtue. We heretofore, 

knowers of the unconcious weeds, and of the savvy wheels
 
of love in progress, may yet want to try some more, before it's too late.