Give a child a coloring book,
a box of crayons and a lined sphere
to represent the sun
and she will resolutely
fill in the circle with yellow.
But the sun is not yellow,
is it? More white, but the sphere
is already white and
it’s such a boring color.
But yellow is the sunniest color
and the happiest one.
Perhaps the spring blooms
know this, as daffodils
and forsythia are the first
to affirm the season of Helio
and express their homage
in buttery and lemony bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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