Color of Friendship, The
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown
Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel.
Orange started next to blow her trumpet:
Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:
Purple rose up to his full height:
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 quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening 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:
Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.
The rain continued: