You light the sky at dawn of day
And paint the clouds at sunset.
You color the roses of love
And darken each man’s veins.
You set apart the Savior’s words,
Yet also stain the Scarlet Letter
Two gems claim your color in January and July.
Each heart that beats you know inside out,
The rosy cheeks of each child’s vitality,
The lips of every lover’s passion.
You are the beauty in things most cherished.
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