In the garden where dawn meets day,
Pink petals whisper secrets, soft and gay.
Each bloom a blush, a tender sigh,
Painting dreams in the morning sky.

Beneath the boughs where shadows play,
Pink blossoms dance in a gentle sway.
Their fragrance fills the air with grace,
A tender touch, a warm embrace.

As twilight falls and stars ignite,
Pink hues reflect the fading light.
A promise of tomorrow’s dawn,
In every petal, a hope reborn.

So let us cherish this gentle hue,
A color of love, forever true.
In pink we find a world so bright,
A tender touch, a pure delight.