I can be blue with my head in the dirt. Can even go grey to pass the day. May even see red if pushed and shoved, but I’m not yellow if you think I going to turn and run, but I do enjoy the yellow shine that hangs high in the sky.
The power of yellow makes blossoms unfold and the grass grow. Light is life as seeds start to split. Hard to associate this color with a cowered thoughts for yellow is strength. Even shined for decades representing a King.