The rainbow reflected back from
Deep inside the vault of the dank barrel
That had lain dormant since time
Immemorial. Lost for all eternity, save
For the old man on the hill
Watching the world spinning
Round and round and round
Seeing all
Hearing all
Knowing all
Saying nothing
Embedded in a maze of roots and shoots and
Branches, consuming his very being
As he becomes earth like, becomes as
One with nature, feeling her pain, her joy,
Reflecting on the rainbow
That tells the story of a time
When the black blood of the earth
Reached every corner of every country
Every nook and cranny of every continent
Roaming free, occasional jumps of joy
Until sticks drank it all for themselves
Save for one barrel, a memory hidden away
From all to see, save for the old man
Watching rainbows reflected
Back from when
Time began
The Autistic FellRunner 