The yellow on the rise
Across the land the people smile
The golden rays of hope
The gods must be singing
In the morning glow
The smell of goodness
The people feel the bouncy
On the walk to the fields
On the trees the yellow rays
Sparkling flow of its radiant light
The people driving to work
The people sitting in the office blocks
They sing silently
The glory of the gods
The day of yellow
The time of history
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