Mustard Yellow
A decent poem about the color mustard yellow.
Yellow mustard is blooming in every mass body or land or sea,
From left and right.
Everywhere we see.
There is that lovely color we call mustard yellow.
Mangos are opening up, other flowers too.
Sunflowers, Begonia, Ranunculus and so many more.
From roses to the black-eyed Susan.
They all share a similar color that is yellow.
All beautiful flowers alike.
The American goldfinches chirp from branch to branch,
While many other birds fly high in the sky.
Some going up,
Some going down,
Some not knowing which way round.
They all have a place.
The birds fly in the sky,
The yellow sun in the background of their journeys at all times.
Unless they fly at night,
Then there will be visibly no light in sight.
No matter what type of bird or type of flower they are,
Some different colors and some mustard yellow.
They all are living and share that trait.
Mustard yellow lights up our sky and it’s truly magnificent.
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Burnt Baguettes
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