Rainbow

The rainbow’s colors came to play
and chase the evening rain,
but Red looked down and had to say
“Your color’s rather plain.”

While shining from his lofty height,
he looked upon the rest
and felt his color burning bright.
He knew he was the best.

The rays of sunlight glorified
by all its hues arrayed
are weaker now since crimson pride
began a steady fade.

Then Orange looking down at Blue
declared, “You look so pale.”
Blue tried to be another hue
but this to no avail.

So Yellow shouted from the crowd
as anger swelled within,
“I don’t know why you must be proud
for prideful ways are sin.”

“With just a glance I know you’ll see
I’m center of it all,
so if a winner there must be,
I’m brighter overall.”

But Green with envy had to ask,
since now allowed to speak,
“In all your brilliance others bask,
why must I be so weak?”

Said Indigo to their dismay,
“At least I’m not so Blue.
I may not be like Red, but hey,
at least I’m not like you.”

Poor Violet in silence yearned
to be another shade.
It’s sad to think they never learned
we’re all divinely made.

Apart they’re seen by everyone
but never shine as bright
as when their God spoke through his Son
and said, “Let there be light.”