Yellow
Yellow is the colour of bananas when the're ripe.
Yellow is the sound of a bell ringing behind the door.
Yellow is the feeling of warmth when you're praised.
Yellow is the smell of sunflowers while you play.
Yellow is the taste of an ice lolly on a hot summer day.
Yellow is the colour of think cheddar cheese.
Yellow is the sound of any kind of music.
Yellow is the feeling after a great meal.
Yellow is the smell of buried treasure somewhere underneath.
Yellow is the taste of pineapples drowned in thick syrup.
Yellow is the colour of kids whizzing by.
Yellow is the sound of your friend laughing.
Yellow is the feeling you get when you're sleeping.
Yellow is the smell of the number 25.
Yellow is the taste of cookies waiting to be eaten.
And yellow is a colour that is vibrant and alive.

My life as I have lived so far is not really anything much,
compared to all those who see or hear completely by touch,
or those who have experienced sufferings too bad to name of such.

If everyone could go back in time,
I would really wish to say "Sorry.",  
for the many wrongdoings I've done.

I would also leap and laugh out loud
whenever I should have, to make up for the many
moods that I had unwittingly put down.

But overall I feel that my life is quite well spent,
with times of tears and times of smiles,
all balanced well in the story of my life.

Spring, when trees sprout new life and animals awake.
Summer, when people of all ages laugh and splash in the shimmering blue sea.
Autumn, when green landscapes turn orange and the air swirls with shades of yellow.
Winter*, when white snowflakes fall and all life ceases temporarily, waiting for the return of spring.