Disclaimer:
I did not write this beautiful poem.
If you know who did please email me.
As I would like to give credit to the author for this most touching piece. Thank you.

Once upon a time
the colors of the world started to quarrel.
All claimed that they were the best.
The most important.
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 and 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 important vitamins.
Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and
pawpaws. I don't hang around all the time, but when
I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so
striking that no one gives 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 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:
"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.

In my search
for the Rainbows end,
I found, not GOLD,
but you my friend.