The color red, a vibrant hue,
With passion fierce and ever true,
It paints the sky at dawn’s first light,
And warms the heart throughout the night.

In roses’ bloom, it finds its grace,
In lovers’ cheeks, a tender place,
It speaks of love, of fire, of flame,
A color bold, no two the same.

In autumn leaves, red finds its home,
As nature’s palette starts to roam,
It dances in the sunset’s glow,
And whispers secrets few may know.

The color red, both fierce and kind,
In every heart, a place it finds,
A symbol strong, of life, of blood,
A vibrant pulse, a surging flood.