"Are roses only red and violets only blue?"

Are roses only red and violets only blue?

Let me weave a tale, both whimsical and true.

For colors can dance, and hues can entwine,

In a vibrant tapestry, where beauty shall shine.

Roses may blush in crimson, deep and bold,

But their petals embrace secrets, waiting to unfold.

In gardens, they bloom with a palette so vast,

From palest pink whispers to coral contrasts.

Violets, dear friend, are not just blue's kin,

For their blossoms embody a kaleidoscope within.

Amidst emerald leaves, they sprout with grace,

Lavender, lilac, and hues they freely embrace.

Yet in this world, where colors unite,

The sun paints the sky, casting golden light.

Dawn's gentle touch brings a celestial blend,

As vibrant as dreams, where rainbows transcend.

With brushstrokes of amber, the sunset arrives,

Casting tangerine hues, as the day takes its dive.

Azure and indigo blanket the night,

Where stars twinkle softly, a luminary sight.

So, dear wanderer, let your heart unfurl,

Embrace the canvas, let your spirit twirl.

For colors are whispers from nature's own voice,

An endless symphony, where life can rejoice.

Are roses only red and violets only blue?

No, they are but fragments of a grander view.

Let your eyes behold this vivid array,

And watch as the world paints itself every day.