From my vertical view in this Flanders field

My platoon of poppies accedes to the breeze.

We silently sway to hypnotic hymns,

Remembering the men who fell to their knees.

I wasn’t here to see the soldiers slain,

To hear shots and screams of brutal combat,

To sense the fear, anxiety, and the pain.

Flowers before me were witness to that.

They bloomed out in force despite all the noise,

 A homage to men who were sadly just boys.

They coloured the fields with hues of  red,

A peaceful symbol now to honour the dead.

I’m here today with my brothers in stems

Paying tribute to all those brave lost gems.

Fluttering our petals like flags in the air,

Sending beauty and hope to those who need prayer.