Yellow and hot. Like the bright Sun. It shined so bright, but I still liked it.
Falling leaves. Like the leaves slowly dancing mid-air, I watched it all fall apart. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
// Winter [Blue]
The Sun left us. Now I’m shivering as I sit in the park where the Tulips used to grow. It’s still a beautiful view, but I liked it more when the flowers were still there.