Everything Is Golden Yellow Poem by Ali Ashjaee

Everything is golden yellow
Sky blue, yet the gaudy sun hardly blow
Amidst the golden yellow
Stretched to nowhere a furrow
Rutted long ago, awaiting 'morrow

Everything is golden yellow
A cold blow, crossed on stake
Barefooted, a trunk-hollow
Reflecting upon the furrow
Rutted long ago, awaiting 'morrow

Everything is golden yellow
A Glowing figure, flying near
A forlorn swallow, alas Nature bellow
''Don't befriend a scarecrow'
O Nature No! Can't await 'morrow