This is dedicated to my Grandma, who showed me the Yellow in life, and who helps me get through each day.

Yellow Means Happy

My grandma was certainly different

None other could compare

She told me all her secrets

That between us we would share

She told me Yellow was special

It was more that it first seemed

I asked why yellow was different

And why with her it gleamed

She never truly did tell me

She just said yellow wasn't right

No, Yellow was special

It was Yellow that was bright

My grandma told me about them

The old Yellow Faerie race

She said their Yellow was sacred

Beloved in their place

My grandma and I would walk

On those bright Yellow days

All the while discussing

The Yellow Faerie ways

Meanwhile, time flew past

The years went by

And my grandma grew frail

I couldn't fathom why

She told me I was ready then

The time was finally here

She said Yellow would be revealed

The truth was somewhere near

So she took me to a special rock

Concealed with moss and leaves

She knocked so lightly twice

And said I must believe

I gave a very inquiring glance

And asked what did she mean?

Believe not what you know

Believe not what you've seen

She told me to instead believe

All that she had told

She gave a small sad smile

Said I must be bold

So I believed all she had taught me

All she had relayed

And Yellow light shone through

The knock my grandma made

The world transformed then

Before my eyes

Yellow fields stretched out

Beneath the Yellow skies

Then the biggest wonder occurred

The Yellow Faeries came

They looked at me sadly

And told me I was not to blame

They said my grandma's time had come

She was going to go away

I looked at my grandma then

If I should believe what they did say

I was surprised at what I saw

She wasn't the grandma I had known

Her age wasn't apparent now

The real Grandma shown

They picked my grandma up then

She told me to be brave

Then they left the ground

And carried her away

I watched as she faded away

Carried by new found wings

Tears slid down my face

At the sorrow Yellow brings

I grew angry then at Yellow

Yellow took my Grandma away

But through my waves of sadness

I remembered what they did say

I was not to blame

My grandma's time had come

She was now in Yellow

I began to feel less numb

But my tears still fell heavily

As I thought what times we shared

But I felt better knowing

She was in the Yellow Faerie's care

I had not understood

About the Yellow that was so bright

But from my midst of grief

I knew that she was right

Yellow isn't a colour

But a simple state of mind

Yellow just meant happy

That was why it shined