Red, the hue of vibrant dawn,
A whisper of love, a silent song.
It dances in the sky at dusk,
A flame that never turns to dust.

The roses bloom, their petals bright,
A symbol of affection, pure and light.
Through every thorn, they stand so tall,
A testament to love’s enthrall.

In autumn leaves, it makes its mark,
A fiery blaze in woodland park.
It speaks of change, of life anew,
Of journeys bold and skies so blue.

And in the heart, it finds its place,
A rhythm strong, a steady pace.
The color red, both fierce and kind,
A timeless echo in the mind.