The Poppy

After all my 'depressing' poems I decided to write something a little more.. happy.
So I decided to write about a poppy
A poppy.
Wavering through the gentle wind
Singing a sweet but silent
Lullaby
Nothing can destroy it
Nothing can stop it
Growing
The colour of blood
But no trace of
Death
The wind blows the petals
But the poppy will never be
Hurt
This poppy is beautiful
And is a symbol of
Life
In my mind
But for anyone else?
Who knows?
This is all about one poppy
That I had seen in a
Field
This lovely poppy
Drifting in the silent
Wind

I really like that, I read it out loud, very good +rep
(need to spread)

Thanks mate, finally someone read it :)
PN x

i don't like it.
i don't know why, it's just boring.

I don't get it really and the way you've set it out makes it really tedious to read.