Field of Poppies
Scarlet waves, under open skies,Silent tribute, nature’s sighs.Gentle heads, to the sun, they nod,Rooted deeply in the sod.Each bloom, a keeper of the peace,In their presence, sorrows cease.Beneath the day’s endearing glow,Secrets only poppies know.As dusk descends, they softly close,In fields where quietude chose.Their cycle, a silent reply,To questions of where and why. Meaning Field…