Yellowness

Sunflowers in line

Standing at attention

Facing their maker, dressed in cheerful gold

Lines, rows; perfectly ruled

Nodding with the weight of their smile.

Swaying at length with the rhythm of the wind

Green wisps of hair tickle at their chin

A chorus of yellowness, bathing in blue

What are they waiting for; who do they call?

The call to me, a call from you.