In the golden hues of dawn’s gentle rise,
Yellow whispers secrets to the waking skies.
Fields bathed in sunlight, a warm, tender glow,
Where dreams are sown and hopes begin to grow.
Daffodils dance in the morning’s sweet breath,
Their vibrant petals stave off night’s cold death.
A canaryâs song, pure and bright,
Guides the weary heart back to the light.
The honeyed warmth of an autumn’s embrace,
Leaves that flutter, each with a story to trace.
A tapestry woven with threads of delight,
Yellow paints the world in shades of light.
Even as the day turns to evening’s calm,
The sun’s golden kiss lingers on like a balm.
In every whisper of the mellow breeze,
Yellow is the promise that never ceases to please.