The world stands still as water,
as poppies sway in the wind.
Days ago the peaceful fields,
were full of death and sin
Strolling past the fields of green,
the overcast clouds roll out.
Bringing a new, shining light,
that doesn’t outshine yesterday’s past.
Perched on a soft piece of grass,
helmet in my hand.
The morning breeze brushes my face,
as the sun shines on a dull land.
The blades of grass sway,
as the sun brings a new promise.
A promise of a new day,
that is hiding within the deceased,
and what they left behind.