When spring begins, itís
The color of long drooping forsythia canes,
Furry dandelions, saucy buttercups
And sunshine bright tulips.
When summer peaks, itís,
The color of many a sunshine-filled day.
Bright sandy beaches that merge
With the bluest of oceans.
Golden Roses that open their many
Layered petals to the warmth of the June sun
Freshly picked summerís corn
Just waiting to be eaten
Giant blossoming sunflowers that grace,
Neighboring walls, farming fields and
Impromptu picnic table bouquets.
When Autumn turns over to the season of
Falling leaves, it is the color of bright sunshine
Hanging off many roadside tree limbs.
It is the color fair-haired tresses brushed, combed,
Braided and cleaned up nice for the first day of School
Itís the color of straw bales drying out in the farmerís f
Itís the color of deep golden chrysanthemums on front porches,
In neighboring gardens and farmersí market tables and bins.
When winter blows, its way in itís the color of
Long-fringed mufflers and scarves winding around
Many a winter-chilled neck.
Itís the color of golden cookies just baked
And still warm from the oven.
Itís the color of brightly colored garland twined
Around numerous Christmas trees in many
A December home.
Itís the color of the stars in the sky that cause
Us to look heavenward.
Itís the color of the straw placed in the animals
manger for the birthday of
A heavenly king,
When there was no room at the Inn.
It is bold and bright,
It is the color of the sun,
II IS THE COLOR YELLOW.
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