And happiness bright
A lack of time.
Yellow runs to the store to buy a lime
Because she is sick of lemon's sour
And ends up with sprite and an hour.
She flies with her spring wings
And passes people and sings.
Yellow believes in ever afters
And reads storybooks in the rafters
High above the rest of the city light
Nothing to do except delight.
She has nothing to believe in
Except the sun's loud din
Which reminds her a lot
Of her own life plot.
Most of all yellow is finding delight
In the midst of the fright
Of the colors of blue,
red, and new.
