THE POPPY
Tightly closed all colours shut in,
Wrapped in a cloak of green,
Only the sun can bring them out ,
Their vibrance then will be seen ,
Gently now the heat coaxes the tight bud ,
Till slowly the folliage yields a small split,
The tear grows, the shaggy petals unfurl,
And true beauty springs from within it,
Proud now swaying in the breeze,
Bright displays that are found in a trance,
Till all the colours fade , the petals fall,
Scattering seeds,which will make a new dance.

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