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About This Poem
Yellow Hue
The small group of trees near a large clearing
Pretends to be stronger than what they are
They grow mightier than their own being
Fresh budding leaves growing, leaving no scar
The trees are showing life, seen from afar
There’s a yellow hue that surrounds the group
Trees love this color, throws them for a loop
Yellow blends in with the trees and warms them
The trees, leafing out, creates a nice stoop
No tree in the group would look to condemn
Russell Sivey
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