adorned in her velvet gown so green atop her head is a veil of orange for of the flower garden she is queen. The new day's sun makes her glimmer and the gentle breeze begins to blow the music of the wind starts to sing for now she starts to dance to and fro'. Evening begins to close the day and the village of flowers start to sleep her neighbors' blossoms start to fold for now she begins her watchful keep. Early morning visits this quiet garden and sprinkles a bath of dew to revitalize them for the coming day for each of them will feel fresh and new. Now dawn is peeping through the dark and the heavens turning light tiny flowerheads begin to awake for it is daybreak sun so bright. All the flowers are standing so tall but Lady Poppy's head is bowed down the pansies, petunias, and marigolds chatter for why is Lady Poppy wearing a frown? Softly she speaks in almost a whisper her veil drooping and starting to bend and everyone awes her and feeling the chill for Lady Poppy's reign is nearing the end. Standing now as she never did before looking down on all of her peers she weeps to them her royal wisdom for they know she comforts their fears. With only a single petal as her veil she sees herself on the ground and death is but not afar for the single petal is now drifting slowly down. A distant voice from the heavens is heard as a message is told of the coming spring Lady Poppy will return to you then for her children to you I will bring. |
