Scarlet Red Symphony

In hues that blaze with fiery might,

A color bold, a vivid sight.

Red dances through the artist's gaze,

In every stroke, in myriad ways.

It's the flush upon a lover's cheek,

A whispered promise, soft and meek.

The passion is burning deep inside,

In hearts where love and longing abide.

In autumn's grasp, it paints the leaves,

A farewell kiss before winter grieves,

And in the petals of a rose,

It whispers secrets nobody knows about.

It's the flag that waves with pride and glory,

A symbol of the nation's story,

The courage in every soldier's stride,

The valor in each step implied.

Yet even in its fiercest blaze,

Red holds a certain mystic gaze,

For in its depths, both light and shade,

A vibrant tapestry is laid.

So let us admire the color red,

Where in its words, happiness is spread.

For in its brilliance, we may find,

The essence of both heart and mind.