In the meadow where the colors blend,
Poppies sing as breezes bend,
Their petals soft, a gentle hum,
In shades of pink and gold, they come.
A crown of blooms, so bold, so bright,
Dancing in the morning light,
They sway with whispers, secrets shared,
Of dreams that once were dared.
Their song is sweet, a lullaby,
That rises with the endless sky,
A melody of sun and air,
A symphony beyond compare.
They bloom where earth and heaven meet,
Their roots in soil, their hearts in beat,
With the rhythm of the earth's embrace,
A sacred song in every place.
Each petal sings of hope and love,
Of gentle rains and skies above,
In every note, a life unfolds,
A story in the breeze retold.
Poppies sing of fleeting time,
Of moments caught in perfect rhyme,
In their song, the world is found,
A beauty that knows no bound.
