In fields where crimson poppies bloom,
Their whispers dance in morning’s light,
A symphony of nature’s tune,
Serenading day and night.

Beneath the sky, a canvas wide,
They sway with grace, a gentle wave,
Each petal holds a secret tied,
To stories of the bold and brave.

The breeze that kisses every leaf,
Carries tales of love and loss,
In poppies’ beauty, brief yet chief,
Lies nature’s truth, unmarked by gloss.

So let us wander through their sea,
Embrace the whispers, soft and free,
In fields of poppies, hearts find peace,
Where nature’s whispers never cease.