There are these simple things that can delight a person in the way it did when one was a child. It is these things in which we need not look further than how a child sees it in the way that Wordsworth embodies in his 1802 poem I well well acquainted with as a child, one which brings up one of these simple things, a rainbow. The rainbows that I have seen in the last few days brought me back to that poem and what is embodied in the poem – the simplicity of childhood and how a “Child is the father of the Man”. My heart does leap up when I behold that rainbow in the sky.

My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold ...
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
- William Wordsworth, 1802.












































Hi Jerome. I agree it’s always magical when one sees a rainbow. I think the colors and the beauty fill you with a sense of joy or optimism.
Yes – rainbows are truly magical! Thanks for your thoughts, Sharifah!
rainbows always makes me smile… cos it always reminds me of mine childhood days..
Rainbows make me smile too, Dahlia!
yEAH TILL TODAY I SHOUT “RANIBOW” WITH EXCITEMENT WHEN I SEE IT