There is no sense in this beauty which lasts only some seconds, he said. What good is it to be the owner of all the colors? Why must I keep these for myself? Oh sad destiny of this young god with such an ephimerous beauty. Oh father wiracocha, let this fountain inside of me calm the thirst for beauty that the mortals have in this earth.
Kjunu, god of snow, venerable among the gods for his age, heard from a distance the moans of the young god.
Cuurmi continued to moan and cry, and Kjunu brought on a snowstorm to hear less the cries of the young god.
In the valleys nest to the highlands there is a flower which makes a sounds when it shakes in the wind. Khantu is the name of this well known flower.
When Wiracocha, father of the gods, finally decided that Cuurmi had cried too much, he called him and scolded him. He told him that he shouldn't be as sad as he was, that he was inmortal and that only mortals could complain for the ephimerous. However, to try to help his son he told him that he would give him the hand of Khantu, the beutiful flower, and from that union a daugther was born, with the three colors of the rainbow; red, yellow and green.
Wiracocha was proud of the beutiful offspring and had Wayra-tata, god of the winds take the seeds of this new flower to all the regions of the kingdom, so that it grew everywhere.
This is the legend of the Khantuta, imperial flower of the incas and national symbol of Bolivia.