Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!
The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!
Cerulean blue on blue, the sky is in the lake,
In a season of windswept clouds, sun baked,
At yellow hilltop cottage, a chirrup outbreak,
Red flowers line its winding path, no mistake!
The prince of noon and queen of blooms meet,
In red and golden splendor, a fragrance treat!
Green is everywhere, with the colors candied,
But red rose emerges, with its own mystique!