The one that had once sailed beneath the waves, in the sea of green .
It used to be a happy place to be.
Now there were no dreams fluttering in and no laughter drifting out from within .
It was no longer the place to find simple joys , life was not as it used to be .
Where did the children flee?
Did they all, not want to be living in the yellow submarine ?
"There is no yellow submarine," said the bright child."Only fools live in a dream."
But then there it lay , gleaming in the sun , right next to the Green.