On What Dorothy Treads
When it’s all yellow.
By Skyler SaundersPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Strolling into day,
To just meet yellow
Allows one to say
“You’re a friend, hello.”
Sunflowers do their
Dance in the light breeze
Pollen drifts on air
So close to the trees.
Yellow means to Sky
Caution and wonder.
When I don’t know why,
I sit and ponder.
To think to slow down
Or see a warning.
It’s like a new crown,
Glowing and warming.
Yellow makes the rest
Of the colors feel
Envy. It’s the best
For making the seal.
It’s an approval
That’s not the green one.
It’s the removal
Of what is not fun.
What are green faces
But those of the ill?
Happy are places
That yellow will fill.
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