Fortune favors the bold,

For I was told,

To chase after refractions of white.

The colored light that bends

When nature's tears fall,

For there is gold at rainbow's end.

Much time is spent

Chasing that last curve,

A place where color meets gold,

A place kept far from the reaches of men.

Many preach of what they've seen,

A chest of rubies, tourmaline, diamonds, and gold,

Protected by little men of green.

But fortune favors the bold,

So I fought and clawed, to draw closer,

To behold all, that colored ends,

And little green men had to offer.

Not the gold I was told,

But rather a note, written in bold, it wrote,

"The riches was on the road traveled."