Amidst the fields where poppies bloom so bright,
Their scarlet petals dance in morning light.
Whispers of the wind through verdant green,
A tranquil scene, a painter’s dream serene.

Beneath the azure sky, they sway and sigh,
A sea of red that stretches far and wide.
Each bloom a story, each petal a dream,
In the silent symphony of nature’s scheme.

The gentle breeze caresses every stem,
As poppies nod in graceful, soft assent.
Their beauty speaks of peace, of fleeting time,
Of moments lost and found in nature’s rhyme.

So let us cherish these red gems of earth,
For in their bloom, they whisper of rebirth.
The poppies tell a tale both old and new,
A timeless dance beneath the sky so blue.