once there was a land that lived in fear of seven goblins the goblins fed on color they plowed the valleys and climbed the highest mountains looking for rainbows and when they found one they caught it in their lassoes and sucked the colors up filling their bellies with its bright liquid only one place in the land had never known goblin fear a hidden valley called the valley of the rainbow where great arches of color were born there the animals lived in paradise where visible light that casts forth the colors reflecting in eyes the world all around where spectrums can fly in the face of creation rainbow ends touch the ground the folly of those who gorge upon moments with more than their share of what we hold dear be leery the fool that wrangles the rainbows filling the landscape with fear