Thu Jan 23 2020

An old familiar yellow pierces the dark, and the sun rays above cast away the songs of sorrow.
Amidst darkness and decay your eyes shine an amber hue,
so that you, too, may see sunflowers and the color pink.
So now I know, sweet giant, why your eyes shine that shade of gold, for all you've ever seen is Yellow.
So don't be afraid, they're both still with you.