In fields where sunlight softly glows,
The poppies dance in gentle rows.
Their petals whisper tales untold,
Of love and dreams so bright and bold.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
They sway and shimmer, kissed by dew.
Each bloom a beacon of pure grace,
A testament to nature’s embrace.

Morning’s light, a tender touch,
Awakens poppies, loved so much.
They rise and stretch towards the sky,
Their beauty makes the heartstrings sigh.

And as the day fades into night,
The poppies rest, bathed in moonlight.
In dreams they whisper once again,
Of timeless love and gentle rain.