In fields where poppies sway and dance,
Beneath the sun’s warm, tender glance,
Scarlet dreams in petals unfold,
Stories of love and loss retold.
Whispering in the summer breeze,
A symphony among the trees,
Each poppy holds a secret dear,
A memory of yesteryear.
Red blooms paint the landscape bright,
A sea of fire in morning’s light,
Nature’s poetry in full bloom,
A canvas painted free from gloom.
Among the poppies, time stands still,
A gentle hush, a peaceful thrill,
In their quiet, humble grace,
We find our own heart’s resting place.