In the heights where the Himalayas kiss the sky, A blue poppy blooms, reaching up high. Through rocky soil and mountain air, It stands with grace, beyond compare.

Its petals, a hue so rare and bright, A beacon of hope in the morning light. From Nepal to Tibet, in valleys deep, It whispers secrets that the mountains keep.

Though scarce and precious, it finds a way, To bloom and thrive, day by day. A symbol of strength, in nature's grand scheme, The blue poppy lives, like a dream.