For a time my young e-mail buddy and I were giving each other one word and requesting a unique short story. It was an interesting challenge. Once he gave me the word – Yellow.
I am Yellow
I am the beams that wash the meadows with light in the early
morning. I touch the delicate buttercup
petals with beauty. I am the ring that
binds together – forever and with love.
I am the smooth creamy delight put on a freshly baked piece of
bread. I am the symbol of friendship
which people express when they send roses.
I am light and I am hope for all living beings wrapping them in warmth
and comfort. You can see me peeking
through billowing clouds, a feeling of above, a feeling of belief we are not
But I am also the heat that kills and destroys. I can turn lands into parched deserts where
life is harsh. I can kill plants and
life. Only water can restore my
damage. I am the explosion of power
sought and gained by many.
I am complex. Do not
come to close to my light. I work together with the darkness, water and the
winds. I give life and I take life. I am the color yellow.