In the heart of a rose, the crimson thrives,
A whisper of passion, where love survives.
It dances in the dusk, with the setting sun,
Painting the skies, when the day is done.

Red is the fire that burns deep within,
The courage to fight, the strength to win.
A beacon of hope, in the darkest night,
A symbol of power, a warrior’s might.

In autumn leaves, it gently falls,
A reminder of nature’s cyclical calls.
It flows in rivers, through veins unseen,
The lifeblood of earth, in every scene.

Red is the blush on a lover’s cheek,
The silent words, emotions peak.
It is the pulse, the beat of the heart,
The color of life, in every part.