and it was all yellow-the color poem

Yellow stops in her tracks when she hears birds chirping or when she gets a whiff of flowers

She smiles at the neighborhood dogs even if they don’t know what a smile means

Yellow embodies a ray of sunshine, peeking through the clouds whenever you need her most

She turns the world on its toes drawing any eye as she walks past

She’s the golden sunflowers growing out of the ditches that plant seeds in your mind making it so hard not

to turn back and pick some

Yellow is as sweet as the honey that trickles from your lips

She’s strong, fierce, and laughs with her mouth wide open

Her touch is delicate, graceful, and kind

Her hair in the light reflects that of lively, golden satin in the wind, despite its natural brown hue

Yellow walks through life dreaming of encountering the very components she’s made up of; sunshine, flowers, bumble bees, honey, and the blonde shimmer sitting on top of the ocean at sunset

She imagines swimming in the sea of tang fish colored the same as she is 

Yellow longs for the sense of security and safety of knowing she’s found other yellows, who can reciprocate all the smiles, sunshine and warm fuzzy feeling she’s constantly emitting

To make it out of a town that she is anything but

-olive