The Girl in the Yellow Dress

On a sunny, winter morning,
The girl in the yellow dress met a girl with bright eyes,
She waved to her as she climbed through the barren trees.
Everything around them was gray,
But the girl’s eyes were bright as she climbed toward her,
The girl ascending through the trees
In a bright yellow dress.
She and the girl met in the sky,
The girl with the bright eyes
And the girl in the bright dress.

“Do you believe in coincidences?” she asked her.
“No,” said the girl in the yellow dress and she took the girl’s hand in hers
As a butterfly perched upon her finger.
It fluttered its wings and flew away.
“No,” said the girl in the yellow dress,
“I believe in destiny.”

On a cloudy, spring afternoon,
The girl in the yellow dress met a boy with bright eyes,
He smiled at her as she danced through the crowded street.
Everyone around them was gray.
But the boy’s eyes were bright as they locked on her,
The girl dancing on the dreary street
In a bright yellow dress.
She and the boy met in the middle,
The boy with the bright eyes
And the girl in the bright dress.

“Do you believe in magic?” he asked her.
“No,” said the girl in the yellow dress and took him by the hand
And they ran barefoot down the street.
She took him to the bluff above the sea,
And she pointed to the cloudy sky.
“No,” said the girl in the yellow dress,
“I believe in soul.”

On a rainy, summer night,
The girl in the yellow dress found herself with dull eyes,
And she stopped to study them in the silver mirror on the wall.
Everything around her was gray.
But still her heart shone bright through the rain.

She laid her palm against the glass,
As she searched her own eyes deeply
And saw the truth in their reflections.
She’s still the girl she’d been,
Wearing a bright yellow dress.
And some days her eyes may cloud over,
But she always tries to be, for herself,
The girl in the bright yellow dress.