In fields where poppies gently sway,
Amidst the green, a bright display,
Their petals whisper tales untold,
Of summer days and hearts of gold.
They dance beneath the azure sky,
A scarlet sea where breezes sigh,
Their beauty speaks of fleeting time,
As moments pass, like this sweet rhyme.
With every gust, they bow and bend,
The poppies to the heavens send,
A message pure, of life and peace,
In their embrace, all worries cease.
So let us cherish poppies’ grace,
Their fleeting bloom, their gentle face,
For in their presence, we find cheer,
A summer’s gift, forever dear.