Yellow

I can’t trust myself
With fragility
No tranquility
Comes to mind
But at least the
Flowers are yellow

They turn to the sun
Showing their petals
And as lovely as they are
I still don’t feel
Much better
But at least the
Flowers are yellow

A pretty little thing
That I didn’t notice
When I walked on by
But like a flash
It appeared
As a splash of colors
Upon the canvas
Of the sky

And then I don’t feel
Much better
Than I did before
And yellow is the flowers
And nothing more
When I am running
They dance too