In the tender blush of morning’s rise,
Pink whispers softly through the skies.
A gentle hue that warms the soul,
In every petal, it finds its role.
Like cherry blossoms in the spring,
A fleeting beauty, a moment’s fling.
It graces cheeks with a gentle glow,
In its soft light, dreams gently flow.
The sunset’s kiss upon the sea,
A rosy promise, wild and free.
In twilight’s arms, the pink does stay,
Guiding stars to light the way.
Oh, pink, the heart’s eternal song,
In every shade, you do belong.
A tender touch in the vast expanse,
A dance of colors, a sweet romance.