Blooming in the battlefields

In these forsaken grounds,

facing the brunt of battles,

being blasted with explosives,

leaving behind nothing but rubble.

The water polluted, air poisoned,

various chemicals seeped into soils,

with shrapnel, and metal fragments, 

a land deserted, of all livings... 

Yet, these fields, witness a miracle,

blooming proudly, a symbol of hope,

with tiny white petals, yellow center,

bringing the light, on grim pictures. 

With its innocence and simplicity, 

they questioned, actions of humanity,

from strong gales, to gentle breeze, 

they sway, to bring back the memories. 

Spreading its roots, deep in ground,

to resist the fall, in the dusty soils,

while waiting for the visitors, 

to share, their dreams for life...

And the nature heard the wishes,

brought rain, cleanse the system,

accompanied by pollens, in the winds,

grassland grew, with resilient spirit. 

And a soldier returns,

got an unexpected surprise,

spark returned, in his empty eyes,

as he watched, the magic unfold. 

Like Flanders poppies, hope is born! 

** Flander poppies: Became symbol of hope after world war I