Code Yellow Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Code Yellow

The strongest winds have paid our green world a greatest visit
Our garden carpet is woven entirely with green now
Oh, it's Code Yellow

what impressionism
such a grand impression
such great luxury

the wind lay down again
lying alone
the wind never sleeps
but we are destitute

the strongest winds have paid a visit
to our green world
it's code yellow
now
little children grow up
such a grand impression
such great luxury
but the winds blow on

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Wednesday 20 September 2023