In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
Red whispers secrets to the sky,
A symphony of warmth and grace,
Where the dreams of daylight lie.

Amidst the roses’ tender bloom,
Passion paints the petals bold,
A dance within the garden’s room,
Stories of love and courage told.

The sun dips low, a fiery glow,
Casting crimson over the sea,
Waves of red in gentle flow,
Whispering tales of eternity.

In the night, a lantern’s light,
Guides the wanderer through the mist,
Red, a beacon shining bright,
A promise that cannot be dismissed.