Seed of the Poppy

Weathered and wilted the landscape appears

Storms and oceans water wore away the beauty

An image and sight every man must bare

For this land lacks the seed of the Poppy

Spring time is here and the sun is out

For the beauty of the land will be replenished by man

The seed of the Poppy shall pour out

And find its roots in this barren land

A few months pass and the seed has grown

For the land is covered in gold

Thanks to mankind and summer

For with them, there is no seed of the Poppy