and then there we see spectrum of white
and still vibgyor hides in guise to behold
are we not seven by wave of length beyond?
as rungs illusive spins through scarlet wine

clouds trudge through wind onto dripping,
summer may meet rain being bestirred
is not green of pine riffles in winter snow
thunder still reels through storm ripping void
,
things changes in space and time by necessity.
as evolution reeves through colors of creation
metamorphosis tolls the bell yet unheard
truth is what we don't know beyond and beneath?

Dr subhendu kar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evolution-40/