In the gentle blush of dawn’s embrace,
Pink whispers through the waking light.
A tender hue, a soft caress,
Painting dreams in morning’s sight.

Petals dance in the spring’s delight,
Roses bloom with fragrant grace.
Pink, the color of love’s sweet flight,
In every heart, it finds its place.

The sunset’s glow, a pinkish hue,
Kisses the horizon’s edge.
A promise of night’s gentle view,
Wrapped in twilight’s tender pledge.

In the realm where dreams reside,
Pink weaves a tapestry divine.
A gentle touch, a soothing guide,
In every shade, a story entwined.