Poppies

blood red a field of poppies shines
each one another hundred yields
these symbols ever in our hearts
for all who died on Flanders fields

 

a poppy seed flies in the wind
and landing lightly on the earth
lies waiting for sun’s energy
to germinate and give it birth

a droplet falls from rainy skies
weak sunlight warming with its rays
until in spring new growth begins
it’s bloom sublime on summer days

blood red a field of poppies shines
each one another hundred yields
these symbols ever in our hearts
for all who died on Flanders fields

 


(Image courtesy of BBC)