In fields where the poppies sway,
Under the golden light of day,
Their crimson petals softly lean,
Against the sky, a vibrant scene.

The whispers of the summer breeze,
Through poppy fields, it moves with ease,
Each flower tells a story old,
Of love and loss, both brave and bold.

Beneath the azure skies so wide,
The poppies stand with quiet pride,
Their beauty in the sun’s embrace,
A testament to nature’s grace.

In silent rows, they gently nod,
A sea of red upon the sod,
The poppies dance, a fleeting show,
Where memories and dreams can grow.