In a field where the golden sun meets the green,
Poppies bloom with colors so serene.
Their petals whisper secrets to the breeze,
While dancing softly among the trees.

Scarlet hues that paint the ground,
In silence, they make a gentle sound.
A symphony of nature’s grace,
As they sway in their sacred space.

Beneath the sky so vast and blue,
Poppies tell stories old and new.
Of love and loss, of joy and pain,
In their delicate, endless reign.

So let the poppies bloom and thrive,
In their dance, they come alive.
A reminder of life’s fleeting bloom,
In the field where hearts find room.