Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
A crimson river starts to flow.
Through veins unseen, it swiftly streams,
A silent song in life’s grand schemes.

It carries warmth through winter’s chill,
And binds us close with fervent will.
In every beat, a tale unfolds,
Of love and loss, of dreams untold.

The pulse of life, so strong and true,
It courses through both me and you.
A constant rhythm, night and day,
The blood within, our guide, our way.

So let us honor this red tide,
Embrace the life it does provide.
For in its flow, we find our song,
The blood that keeps us ever strong.