10 November 2012
Vibrant crimson heads, Hidden amongst the grass, Shielded from the wind, Waiting for the storm to pass.
Rising from green pillars, Leaves shooting at the side, Catching the sunlight, Standing tall in pride.
Carefully climbing upwards, Heads among the clouds, Rising from the ashes, A fiery fuchsia crowd.
Let us give our thanks, To soldiers dead or alive, All their effort building up, To help us to survive.
Poppies • Opuss № I