Pinks and reds are so rosy, all over a sunny garden scene,
And in the eastern corner, are beaming plums and greens!
Red and pink are the butterflies, wafting in summer's view,
As cream clouds march on skies, until they turn navy blue.
Red is the chanting songbird, treasure of tangy pine trees,
Pink are the big dragonflies, ere day is driven to its knees,
Red is the rich ruby, that glitters at coming onyx darkness,
And the sangria, starlit night, of utter peace and calmness!