A yellowish poem

Rays shining over the sunflowers
Where a canary escaped from a cage,
Stood on one of them
Singing the most beautiful song ever heard

It was midday, sun as a huge ball of fire
Shone on the lemons hanging from the tree
The shadow was cool and she was sitting there
Flicking through yellowish pages
As a gift from his grandpa

Blonde girl looked up for a moment
Gazing, appreciating, and guessing
What it did meant
The deafen, beautiful singing
Shook her heart
She could feel freedom in her hands