In fields where dreams are sown,
Poppies dance in silent grace,
Their petals whisper tales unknown,
Under the sun’s warm embrace.

Crimson waves sway to and fro,
Carpets of fire, wild and free,
In the meadow’s gentle glow,
They paint a vivid tapestry.

Time stands still as shadows play,
Among the blooms in soft retreat,
The poppies in their bold array,
Sing songs of beauty, bittersweet.

In their presence, hearts find peace,
A gentle reminder of fleeting days,
As poppies sway and never cease,
To weave their magic through life’s maze.