In fields where gentle breezes sway,
Poppies dance in soft array,
Their crimson petals catch the light,
A vision pure, a wondrous sight.

Beneath the sun’s warm, golden glow,
They stand in rows, a vibrant show,
With every gust, they bend and bow,
Nature’s grace in every bough.

Their whispers tell of time long past,
Of stories rich and shadows cast,
In silence they convey their lore,
A tapestry of dreams and more.

In their embrace, find peace anew,
A canvas painted, skies so blue,
With every glance, a heart’s release,
Among the poppies, find your peace.