In fields where dreams softly glide,Poppies dance with a gentle grace,Whispering secrets to the breeze,Their crimson robes a warm embrace.Underneath the sun’s golden gaze,They sway to nature’s silent song,Each petal a fleeting promise,In a world where they belong.Their beauty speaks of fragile strength,In fiery hues they boldly stand,Amidst the green, a vivid tale,Of life and love across the land.As twilight falls, their colors fade,Yet in the heart they linger still,A memory of summer’s touch,A dream that time can never kill.