In the morningâs gentle hue,Pink dances in the sky,With whispers of the dawn,As the night begins to sigh.Petals of the cherry bloom,Softly sway in tender breeze,Painting dreams in gentle strokes,In shades of rosy peace.A world awash in blushing tones,Where hope and love entwine,In the tender glow of morning,Pink’s gentle light does shine.Through the day its warmth remains,In hearts and skies above,Pinking the world with tenderness,A symbol of gentle love.