I walked for centuries
weary,
soulless and tired.

I stumbled across
a valley of poppies.

Their red paper petals
blowing lightly in the breeze.

They were so beautiful to me.

I sat to examine
them more closely,
before becoming drowsy,
and drifting to sleep.

I remember thinking,
"How lucky to be me!"

To be falling asleep
in a field of poppies,
enjoying the summer breeze.