Because they are always associated with negative things, I got curious about crows. The result being a beautiful story that proves yet again, not all good is appreciated but someone has got to do it anyway. A crow is criticised for its hoarse voice, for its black color, it’s also said that crow bites when you lie. Poor creature. But ever thought why is it so? No? Read on:
The Native American legend of the Rainbow Crow was one i read a few days ago, and the story fascinated me. In a time when the world was in darkness, and plagued with bitter cold, causing illness, hunger and death, where no animal would survive, it was decided that a meeting with the Creator was in order, and the strongest and bravest of the birds was selected for the task, and also the most beautiful one of them all; The Rainbow Crow, whose plumage in shimmering colors of rainbow hues, was more magnificent than all the birds in the sky, and he sang more beautifully than a nightingale. He flew thousands of miles till he met with the Creator, who out of admiration and pity pushed a stick into the blazing sun, and handed it to the Rainbow Crow, who flew back to earth with it. But, the journey was long, and the burden of the fiery stick was heavy, its scorching heat burning through the stick, burning the crow’s feathers, till they were as black as soot, the smoke from the flames settling in his throat, killing his song forever, just as he plunged through the sky and entered earth. The fire brought heat and warmth, the snows melted and there was water to help fertilize the land, and all the animals rejoiced, except the crow, who sat apart, saddened by his loss. Till he heard a voice in the wind, and the Creator spoke to him: The animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them, and man will not hunt you because your flesh is charred and will taste like smoke. Your voice is raspy and not fit for beautiful song, so you will never be held captive, and can always fly free. The Creator then touched the crow’s black, smoky feathers, and they began to shine with gloss, while inside each one, the faint shimmer of the rainbow glowed, and would always remain but would seldom be seen.
Here’s a perfect lesson. In fact many lessons. Don’t judge people by their appearances, there’s always more to it. You do good, you get good. You might be criticised, don’t take it to heart for the one who criticizes doesn’t know what you’ve been through.
The story might just be a figment of imagination but the lesson is worth remembering 🙂 🙂