Finding the Rainbow
Yesterday I was back at home helping out with the old computer, when I decided to take a look around the old backyard where I spent so many days of my childhood. I noticed a few cheerful rainbow lorikeets chirping away in the large tree we have growing in the backyard.
A memory came to me from the days when that tree was once a home for my childhood pursuits, climbing right up to the very top branches and looking out over the canopy. I remember one rainy day, seeing a distant rainbow as I gazed over towards the park, thinking about all those silly stories you hear about what lies at the end.
The literal pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is merely a children’s fairytale, but I think it demonstrates the human ability to dream that something special is out there far in the distance, waiting for anyone willing to pursue it.