Poppies…
We are just a moment in time, like the blink of an eye.
It is a pity only to understand the absence of value, but not its presence. When life fades away, only then we cherish the lost.
That life is here. That life is now. There was a past, and it is gone. The future is a mist unknown.
Like the brief existence of a poppy, we only live in the now.
Serene, and beautiful.
I believe we are all poppies in this endless river of time.
I owe a debt of gratitude to the poppy.