Work in progress...

Like the shirley from the past
A humble flower has been classed
As a symbol near and far
For peace and not for war

Let the sunflowers of Ukraine
Not remind of so much pain
As McRae’s poppies in the Fields
So many crimson grave top shields

Wax poetic if we must
Not of a tyrant’s lust
But of loved ones lost and gone
May they rest easy at the dawn

Have Soniashnyky everywhere
Bring smiles and never fear
In fields of yellow hue
Beneath a sky so blue