Belarus

Joy is given in the rain
Which falls from skies above,
It dances as it hits the pane,
And splashes freely as a dove

Does fly, in clear blue sky,
And peaceful as it goes,
It leaves a mark for those below
To echo so the prose,

Which in it’s essence is so pure,
And breathes of Spirit fair,
It gives of sentiment from high,
And colours, everywhere.

A rainbow is a lucky sign,
But reality does differ,
Know the rainbow of yourself
Is so within, forever.