In fields where scarlet dreams arise,
The poppies sway beneath the skies,
Their gentle whispers kiss the air,
A vibrant sea beyond compare.

Each petal tells a secret tale,
Of summer’s warmth and autumn’s wail,
They dance amidst the golden light,
A fleeting beauty, pure and bright.

Their roots entwine with ancient earth,
In silent hymns of love and mirth,
The poppies bloom with fervent grace,
A testament to time and space.

Oh, poppies of the gentle breeze,
You bring the weary heart to ease,
In fields of red, where dreams unfold,
Your stories in the silence told.