Poppies Come To Think of It

More poppies grow along the asphalt road Where mankind once came then went away Flowers don’t remember men because Orange colored petals form like cups of tea Primal stems built thick to hold the system up Containing powdery pistils erect in solid black Anther/filament merge to form perfection Soft to the touch dressed up in wonder Standing tall to nourish bees with nectar So there are no thoughts worth thinking of again Winds come gentle to make beauty genuflect Thick and flexible they bend the knee today Sunny days know no boundaries to life’s effect To the sometimes comings and goings to death But poppies forget everything once again When they fall into a bed of roses fast asleep The sun goes down, forgets to turn off the lights Nature is not perfect but well worth the time it spent With poppies when you come to think of it