In the soft glow of dawn’s embrace,
Pink petals whisper secrets to the breeze,
A symphony of hues that grace,
The world with gentle ease.

Beneath the sun’s first tender kiss,
They dance with fleeting light,
Each blossom a moment of bliss,
In the stillness of the night.

The garden blushes in silent song,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
Where every petal does belong,
In this vivid, rosy world.

Let pink be the color of our days,
A reminder of life’s gentle touch,
In its tender, glowing ways,
We find that we need not much.