The Power of the Poppy

I want to be strong like a wild poppy 
grounded in belief and limber
though the whipping wind may cross their paths they just sway along
filling the air with their sweet scent
carried along the breeze to another field
where delicate reds grow harmoniously next to light dusty yellows
and sometimes their leaves twist together
and the walks of the forest they can withstand
because they are able to rock swiftly back and forth to its rhythm
I think we could stand to take a lead from them
and take a moment to reflect on our givens.