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Yellow Weeds

by Douglas Young

See the yellow weeds across the field,
However wind-swept, they will not yield,
But remain in place, tenacious and tall,
Their beauty undimmed, not blemished at all.

When the rains come,
They do not succumb,
But sit out the storm
In undisturbed form.

In sunlight, they are splendidly bright,
A golden sea of glorious delight;
And, later, after dark, on a cloudless night,
They can even glow under a full moon’s light.

They are content to remain in place,
Never complaining, exuding grace;
A Buddhistic calm defines their being.
Listen close, and you can hear them singing.

Copyright © 2020 by Douglas Young

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