In the heart of dawn, a crimson whisper,
Spreads across the sky with fervent grace.
The morning sun, a ruby mister,
Paints the world in a scarlet embrace.

Through the fields of roses, red and wild,
A sea of petals sways in gentle breeze.
Each bloom a story, untamed and unfiled,
A tapestry of love that never ceases.

The autumn leaves, in fiery dance,
Twirl and spin, a ballet in the air.
Their crimson cloaks, a fleeting trance,
A testament to nature’s tender care.

As night descends, the red moon rises,
Casting shadows, deep and profound.
In its glow, the world comprises,
A silent serenade of scarlet sound.