Choices

The sky was the same on each side

Of the ribbon of light,
And yet it seemed one side was dark
While the other was bright.
 
I didn’t understand, at first,
How that difference could be
Until I recognized a truth
That I had failed to see.
 
You see, the darkness fell outside of
The rainbow’s brilliant arc,
While all was bright inside its curve,
As if light by its spark.
 
For the dark sky reflected rain
And, from it, took its cue,
But within the bright rainbow’s curve,
It chose light’s vivid hue!

The world is what the world will be,
It holds both wrong and right,
But we each choose what we reflect.
For me, I choose The Light.