• • poppy meadow

Deep within a mass of towering, thickly-trunked trees sits a secluded, isolated meadow, named purely for the hundreds of poppies that grow there throughout the spring and summer. A large creek slithers through the massive, delightful field, and is the definite water source for those that spend their time there, despite how quaint it may be. Rumour has it that this land was once a barren, awful place plagued by war, but after the death of many soldiers on its surface, the poppies sprang to life, bringing with them an air of peace, respect, and grave honour.