Within a palette of greens and blues, a bright red strip resembling a bleeding wound bisected the landscape. A whispering wind drew me in and beckoned me to investigate.
The bright red strip was a field of thousands of poppy flowers, each fluttering in the air and forming unique shapes with its petals. Every floret was part of a greater whole, yet told its own story through its distinct dance and the flight of its seeds.
May the poppy field grow and the dance continue.