In the vibrant canvas of twilight, a solitary bird stands guard atop a spherical vase. The vase, a globe of contrasts, is adorned with hues of red, white, and blue, mirroring the passionate sky above. A single poppy flower, bold and red, rises from the vase, reaching towards the heavens. The bird, poised and vigilant, seems to whisper to the setting sun, 'Not on my watch.' The scene is a symphony of colors and emotions, a silent vow of protection and beauty.