As yellow colors guide the way, dragging lines where no path of man can lay, one must think that nature's gift is something of a simple trick. An earthy play on the human eye that uncontrollably leads the traveler's mind, away from social gains and towards her plans to reveal something more.
The chaos of yellow storms that sweep the hills leaving green behind to mix and fill. To take a moment to gaze and feel the warmth and growth that this path steals is all that she is asking for. For to see her breath will cure mans yield of always wanting something more.
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