~Painting By Val Miller~
"Colors Of The Wind"
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev'ry rock & tree & creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name...
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look & think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew
you never knew...
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue
corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind...
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth...
The rainstorm & the river are my brothers
The heron & the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends...
How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down then you never know...
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the
blue corn moon...
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind...
You can own the earth & still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind...
~The Theme From "Pochontas"~
..Recorded By Vanessa Williams..
~Colors of the Rainbow~
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, 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.
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.
~Based on a Native American Legend~
..Written By Wado ThreePaws..
