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The Poppy of Beauty


Took a step out of the chaos I needed some time to breathe To think, what have I become? Pale skin, dark circles, lifeless smile Racing yet trudging through each day, Trying to maintain a calm façade. Then something catches my eye, A scarlet poppy blowing in the breeze, Simply beautiful, with radiant color. Looking as healthy as can be, stunning effortlessly And I wonder how it could be That it took such minimal effort for the poppy to shine, Yet I struggle each day for a glimpse of light. That’s when I realize, It suddenly came over me: Poppy has it the right way Be patient, be calm, bend in the breeze, Let the water come down, and the sun warm your skin Get your feet dirty, bring a smile to others Don’t be afraid to grow, and take your time doing so. These are the secrets the poppy told me, The secrets to achieving its beauty.
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