On Poppy Seeds...
A poem by Anna Atsu
In fields of dreams where poppies sway,
Their laughter echoes “Come this way”.
A remedy, both pure and bright,
A laughter free, a healing light.
On poppy seeds, the world's a stage,
Where woes dissolve, and hearts engage.
With every chuckle, worries flee,
In laughter's realm, we roam carefree.
No burden heavy, no sorrow deep,
Can withstand laughter's joyful sweep.
It knows no bounds, it has no fee,
This laughter, wild, forever free.
So let us gather, hand in hand,
In fields of poppies, understand,
That mirth's the remedy we seek,
To mend souls when they’re weak.
On poppy seeds, we find our way,
Through life's expanse, come this way.
