They say the flowers green. Green?! Like an icky goo! I think its yellow, like the Sun thats warm to the touch. Its yellow, like a ring that twist and turns around my grasp. But most of all its like the yellow in his eyes, welcoming and warm.

Yellow?! Yellow is bright and annoying. Take a highlighter, serving its point saying “Over here! Look at me!”. No this flower is Green. A green as sweet as the apples which bring a smile to anyones face on a summer day. Or a green identical to the grass after a midnight rain, perfect for a picnic the next day. Maybe... a picnic with her, the next day...