In fields where poppies gently sway,
Beneath the sunâs warm, golden ray,
Their petals whisper tales untold,
Of summer days, in hues of gold.
The crimson blooms, they softly dance,
In the breeze, a sweet romance,
They paint the earth with fiery light,
A stunning, mesmerizing sight.
As twilight falls, the poppies glow,
With secrets only they would know,
They murmur songs of days gone by,
Beneath the vast, embracing sky.
Oh, poppies in the evening light,
You fill our hearts with pure delight,
Your beauty speaks without a sound,
In your presence, peace is found.