Lying on a Californian field are thousands of golden poppies.
They stand out like a lion in the zoo.
They reflect the beauty of a morning sunrise,
And warmed the onlookers' hearts.
 
But visitors acted like monkeys at a zoo.
People walked on the flowers, the poppies screaming beneath their feet.
The flowers were murdered and cried out their heart.
Leaving the once blooming field, as lonely as a deserted island.
 
Though nature created those stampeding feet,
Mother nature felt her deepest regret.
The survivors were pushed from the path onto an island,
Where they remain forever since, mourning.