A riot of red poppies, oh so bold and bright, Dancing in the breeze, a wondrous sight. Their petals soft and delicate, like silk to touch, Unfurling in the sun, a gentle clutch.

Their color deep and rich, a fiery hue, A beacon of hope, a dream come true. Their beauty is a gift, a treasure to see, A symbol of love, a legacy.

In fields of green, they bloom and sway, A sea of red, a joyous display. Their scent so sweet, a perfume so fine, A fragrance that's simply divine.

Oh, the beauty of the poppy red, A flower of love, a symbol of the dead. For in its petals, we find peace, A solace for the soul, a release.