There are seven colours in the rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. All have their own individual merits, but I believe there is a clear hierarchy within the colours, of which green, perhaps the most underrated, always reigns supreme.
Indigo, easily the worst colour present, is futile in it’s desperate attempts to be blue, only to fall short and land somewhere between purple and blue, an in-between nobody particularly cares for, nor would miss if it disappeared.
The final colour in the rainbow comes next, violet. Purple I have never cared for much, as it seemed to be a rather pathetic rip-off of pink, a superior colour in almost all measures. It has it’s merits in the dark, elegant sort of hue, but all these perks are exemplified far better in blue, a classic for all the ages.
Yellow, this low in the ranking is potentially controversial, but in such a serious topic, controversies are inevitable. There is something about the unflinching sunniness of yellow which screams fake happiness, nothing similar to the real, unfiltered freedom of true happiness as embodied in orange.
Red, although first in the rainbow, must fall in the middle of this list, simply because of it’s failure to show any true versatility. There is maybe two shades of red of note; scarlet and crimson. Both of these create a sort of intense, passionate atmosphere with connotations of either wrath or lust, making red a very particular colour that belongs in the middle of this list.
As we climb the list, blue must be honoured for it’s stoic dependency through the years. Blue is perhaps the most reliable colour, it seems to go with almost anything, and has a certain degree of elegance only matched by green. The diversity of blue is also important when considering it, as a navy or sky blue have two completely different vibes.
Unfortunately for orange, it cannot reach the top of this list, but there is something intoxicating about it’s feverish intensity, reminiscent of the saturation of a lazy summer day in Tuscany, lazing by the pool before a walk in the orange groves, or a simple meal by moonlight in the small town centre. Orange is like the sort of muted joy you feel when you’re so incredibly satisfied with life it feels like summer will never die.
Green, the height of elegance. The most superior colour in the rainbow has such a degree of sophistication that it harkens back to the glory days of the Florentine Republic, the renaissance blooming in it’s full, expansive incredibility. As creativity and wealth flourished society revelled in it’s heady, youthful power, full of hopeful humanists and new thinkers. Green is quite simply the best colour to represent this; free and hopeful, beautiful in it’s simplicity.
