Once upon a time, the colors of the world started to quarrel:
all claimed that they are the best, the most inportant, the
most useful, the favorite.
GREEN said: "Clearly I am the most important. I am the
sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees,
leaves - without me, all animals would die. Look over the
countryside and you will see that I am in the majority."
BLUE interrupted: "You only think about the earth, but
consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the
basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep
sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity.
Without my peace, you would all be nothing."
YELLOW chuckled: "You are all so serious. I bring laughter,
gaiety and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon
is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a
sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me,
there would be no fun."
ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of
health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I
serve the needs of human life. I carry the most vitamins. Think
of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and paw paws. I
don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise
sunset, my beauty is so striking the no one give another
thought to any of you."
RED could stand it no longer. He shouted out: "I am the
ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of
danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I
bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as
empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love,
the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy."
PURPLE rose up to his full height. He was very tall and
spoke with great pomp. "I am the color of royalty and power.
Kings, chiefs and bishops have always chosen me for I am
the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me
- they listen and obey."
Finally, INDIGO spoke, much more quietly than all the others,
but with just as much determination: " Think of me. I am the
color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all
become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight
and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for
prayer and inner peace."
And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or
her own superiority. Their quarrel became louder and louder.
Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightning, thunder
rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The
colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for
comfort.
In the midst of the clamor, Rain began to speak: "You foolish
colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the
rest. Don't you know that you were each made for a special
purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and
come to me."
Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands. The
Rain continued: "From now on, when it rains, each of you will
stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that
you can all live in peace. The rainbow is a sign of hope for
tomorrow."
And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a rainbow
appears in the sky, let us remember to...
appreciate one another.
We are all children of one God.
God is listening to me.
The sun, the darkness, the winds,
are all listening to what we now say.
GERONIMO.
