The Gift

A stone was turned,
A poppy grew
Its petal a dark deep red
Reflecting the trauma of that day
When so many were left for dead

A field was turned
The seeds turned black
Blacker than midnight sky
The darkness of a war now past
Why did so many die?

The poppy returned
honoring those who gave
the ultimate gift to give.
Just look around at what you have
and thank them, they let you live