MY RED

In a universe of varieties, dynamic and strong,

There's one that sticks out, a story untold.

It's the tint of enthusiasm, of adoration's red hot fire,

A variety that consumes, however we can't relegate fault.

Red roses in sprout, an image so unadulterated,

Love's delicate hug, it will persevere.

It's the shade of outrage, of fierceness and fury,

However it's likewise the glow of a comfortable hearth's stage.

In fall, the passes on go to red and gold,

A stunner to observe, a sight to be lauded.

It's the shade of mental fortitude, of solidarity profound inside,

The will to continue to battle, the longing to win.

From the banner we salute, to the heart that we drain,

Red is the variety that each spirit needs.

It's the string of life, woven as the days progressed,

In endless various ways, it everlastingly stays.

So love the red, in the entirety of its magnificence and effortlessness,

Embrace its feelings, let your heart race.

For in this one tone, so distinctive and brilliant,

You'll track down a universe of sentiments, both constantly.