A Poppy's Story

There was a poppy on the ground,

It was quite round,

Cobalt blue seeping from the centre,

The stem was not around.

Baby blue liquid spilt on the dirt,

Soaking it without a sound,

There are no bees to collect nectar,

Because poison has gone far,

But there is still hope,

If we combine together,

We can do better,

We must do better.