The bees buzz, the grass gets cut. Forgetting about the days, we just look around watching the flowers flow in the air. 

The lightness of the wind carrying petals away to a new land.  We remember yellow, the delight. The joy, the happiness brought through it.

  We start to play in the fields of flowers, we laze around while the chirping birds, the bright signs and lights flash.

  The sun slowly sets as we come inside and the sun becomes a blur the moon appears. Soft like the wind, warm like the desert.

Makes up flowers, makes up animals.

Almost all you need, Yellow.