Crimson canopy, a fiery hue,

Painting skies with shades of true.

A vibrant tapestry, bold and bright,

Chasing shadows into night.

In fields of poppies, it does bloom,

A crimson carpet, soft and swoon.

A ruby’s gleam, a garnet’s spark,

Crimson’s beauty, shining dark.

A sunset’s kiss, a lover’s sigh,

Crimson’s magic, reaching high.

A symbol of passion, love’s embrace,

Crimson’s color, fills the space.