In the dawn’s gentle blush,
Red whispers through the sky,
A promise of warmth and light,
As the new day draws nigh.

Beneath the sun’s bold gaze,
Fields of poppies sway,
An ocean of crimson dreams,
In the heart of summer’s play.

In the twilight’s tender glow,
Red cloaks the fading day,
A cloak of mystery and fire,
Guiding night’s quiet ballet.

The color red in every breath,
A heartbeat strong and true,
A symbol of life’s fierce embrace,
In every shade and hue.