In the soft blush of dawn’s first light,
Pink whispers secrets of the night,
A gentle hue, so warm and bright,
It dances in the morning’s sight.

The petals of the cherry bloom,
In pink, they chase away the gloom,
A fleeting moment, nature’s tune,
A tapestry of spring’s perfume.

The twilight sky, a canvas grand,
With strokes of pink by twilight’s hand,
It tells a tale of dreamland’s sand,
Where wishes fall like grains of sand.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Pink roses in the garden grow,
Their fragrance in the night winds blow,
A love that only pink can show.