In fields of scarlet dreams we wander,
Where poppies dance with grace untold,
Their petals whispering secrets yonder,
In hues of red, a story unfolds.

Beneath the azure sky they flourish,
A sea of red that sways and sings,
In gentle breezes they find their courage,
Their beauty bright, their essence clings.

Memories of yesteryears linger,
In every bloom, a silent plea,
Of time that slips through every finger,
Yet poppies bloom perpetually.

Oh, poppies, bearers of our dreams,
In every field, a hope reborn,
In silent witness to our schemes,
You rise each dawn, each hopeful morn.