In fields where the gentle sun does play,
Poppies dance in the light of day.
Scarlet whispers in the breeze,
A symphony among the trees.

Their petals soft, like silken dreams,
In vibrant hues, the daylight streams.
A sea of red that sways and bends,
A gentle kiss the earth extends.

Beneath the azure, skies so wide,
They spread their beauty, far and wide.
A quiet strength, a tender grace,
In every bloom, a warm embrace.

As daylight fades, the shadows grow,
The poppies rest, their heads bend low.
In dreams they wait for morning’s light,
To once again, paint the world bright.