The Lakes.

Part 3: Yellow

Prologue:

Emergence into Light

From the depths of blue sorrow, he was lifted,
Carried by the wave of grief, adrift and shifted.
As the roaring waters calmed and stilled,
A new world of yellow light began to build.

The sky above transformed to gold,
A sunrise tale of hope retold.
Warmth replaced the chilling cold,
As memories from the past took hold.

He stood on a shore of soft, golden sand,
The air around him light and grand.
Sunbeams danced upon his face,
A gentle touch, a warm embrace.

The trees here glowed with leaves of yellow,
Their branches swayed with whispers mellow.
Each leaf a memory, bright and clear,
A fragment of the times held dear.

Fields of flowers stretched far and wide,
Petals like sunlight, open-eyed.
Their fragrance sweet, a hint of dawn,
A promise of hope, of moving on.

Streams of amber gently flowed,
Through valleys where the past bestowed.
Reflections of a life once bright,
Now bathed in this yellow light.

The man felt a lightness in his heart,
As if the shadows began to part.
The scent of citrus filled the air,
A reminder of love's tender care.

Mountains stood with golden peaks,
Their silence spoke, but did not weep.
In this realm of yellow hues,
He walked with memories, old and new.

Each step he took, a lighter tread,
A path where sorrow's grip had fled.
In this golden, hopeful place,
He found the courage to embrace.

As he ventured through this land so bright,
His spirit lifted, his soul took flight.
For in the heart of yellow's glow,
He discovered the strength to grow.

Poem 1:

Fields of Gold

In the dawn's soft golden hue,
The man walked through fields anew.
Petals kissed by morning light,
A radiant world, pure and bright.

Memories danced upon the breeze,
Whispers of the past in the trees.
Leaves of yellow, shimmering light,
A testament to days gone bright.

The air was sweet, a citrus blend,
A fragrant touch, a faithful friend.
Each breath he took, a soothing balm,
A gentle peace, a healing calm.

Golden rays caressed his face,
A tender, warm, embracing grace.
The ground beneath, a soft caress,
A path of hope, a trail of bless.

Streams of amber gently flowed,
Through the valleys, their stories told.
Reflections of a life once dear,
Now crystal clear, without a tear.

Mountains with their golden peaks,
Stood in silence, strong yet meek.
Their heights a symbol of his rise,
From the depths to open skies.

Flowers bloomed in vibrant yellow,
A symphony of hope, soft and mellow.
Each petal a story, each bloom a song,
A reminder that life moves along.

In this field of golden light,
He felt the darkness take its flight.
For in the warmth of memories old,
He found a new story to be told.

Poem 2:

Sunlit Reverie

In the heart of the golden day,
Where shadows danced and light would play,
The man walked through a sunlit field,
A place where wounds began to heal.

The air was warm, a gentle breeze,
Carrying the scent of blooming trees.
Citrus and honey filled the air,
A reminder of love's tender care.

Mountains stood with majestic peaks,
Their silence profound, but did not weep.
In this realm of yellow hues,
He walked with memories, old and new.