Yellow Dream

Soft as sunlight and sweet as stillness, Yellow Dream wraps your hair or wrist in golden ease. It’s a scrunchie for slow days, warm moods, and dreamers who glow quietly.

Some days arrive on tiptoe, kissed in gold,
Where shadows stretch like silk upon the floor.
The world moves slow, its edges soft and old,
And time forgets what it was rushing for.

She walks through light as if it knows her name,
A sunbeam caught in fabric, hair, and skin.
The breeze hums low, the air feels just the same
As childhood days she never locked within.

No need for weight — she wears the hours light,
A scrunch of warmth, a sky she holds in hand.
She ties her dreams like ribbons, loose but bright,
And spins in place where golden moments land.

For not all joy is loud or fast or grand—
Some hum like honey, soft and lightly planned.