In fields where the poppies sway,
Their scarlet whispers paint the day,
A tapestry of dreams they weave,
In quiet dance, they softly breathe.

Beneath the sun’s warm embrace,
Each petal finds its rightful place,
A symphony of colors bright,
Unfolding gently in the light.

The breeze carries tales untold,
Of love and loss in hues of gold,
In silence, secrets softly shared,
Among the blooms, the heart is bared.

Crimson dreams beneath the sky,
In gentle waves, the poppies lie,
A world of beauty, calm, and peace,
Where whispers in the wind never cease.