In the heart of the morning sky,
Red bleeds into the waking world,
A symphony of warmth and light,
Whispering secrets of the dawn.

The dance of flames, a vivid swirl,
Painting shadows on ancient walls,
Breathing life into the silent night,
A fearless spirit in fiery hues.

Roses bloom in gardens wild,
Their petals soft, a crimson blush,
Murmuring tales of timeless love,
In the gentle language of the breeze.

As dusk embraces the weary earth,
Red lingers in the fading glow,
A tender farewell to the sun,
Promising the dawn’s return.