A thing of beauty is a joy forever. It does not matter if it only lasts a short while, a matter of days. Its beauty will forever be stored in the mind, brought forward and held in the hand, remembered and cherished.
Red poppies, so bold and dramatic, so damn beautiful. They burst on to the world, nothing coy about these ladies in red.
Scarlet dresses unfold before the ball begins.
Proud beauties all, facing forward into the sun.
Deep and passionate, drama queens all.
But it is a short life, quickly snatched away by wind and weather.
Live life like a poppy.
fly your flag and face the sun.