Poppies because you called them lovely

She liked to look around.
Surrounding her were vast stretches of fields.
Bespeckled cows growing up from the ground.
There was so much of the same that it was like an old movie playing on loop.

Click. click click. click.cl -

Monotony broke.
Her gaze fixed on a splutter of color.

Poppies.

Red dashes of delicacy.
Swept up long grass coveted these scarlet paperthin delights.

She leaned forward and carressed her new found friends.
Shyly they yielded to her touch.
Naive and mischievious, at their core they had many dark dark secrets to tell.

The lopsided queens, innocently flamboyant, spoke to her of all they hid.
She listened to the childlike whispers and cupped one of the poppies in her hands.
Her ear pressed against theirs, she responded with motherly concern.

Loved, she sang them the lullaby of the world.
Softly.
Nodding in the wind.

corrected for all you nitpicky spellers :P