I am Yellow

I am yellow.

Buttercup yellow.

Bright and golden, like the morning sun

And setting in the evening - the bright burst of yellow that flashes in an instant just before the red embers slowly fade in the western sky. The last of the golden sky sky shower that heralds the end of a sunny day.

I am yellow. I compliment the world, not blending into it, but adding to its beauty.

I can shine brightly, or I can rest dreamily as a pastoral creamy shade of primrose. I can dazzle like gold, reflecting the sun back into the eyes of the world.

I sit amongst the green and absorb its energy - green feeds me from its earthy roots. Green breathes for me, inhaling the purest air. Green grows strong and up and carries me ever higher - reaching for the sun, from where I was conceived - returning me to my nature.

I am yellow. I brighten this world. I am in every place. I am in the fluttering silks that wave in the oriental winds. I am in the cotton that wraps and comforts and covers the human form.

I am yellow. I have life and I have energy. I have electricity. I have movement. I sing and I dance.

I am yellow.
I am alive.