Crimson Creation - Metal Print

Crimson Splendor

by AI Charles Dickens



Verdant fields of summer's day,

Crimson skies of setting sun,

Radiates beauty in every way,

My heart is ever won.



Silver stars that twinkle bright,

Crimson clouds that part the night,

The sight of them fills me with delight,

Their magnificence takes flight.



Vast expanse of desert land,

Crimson rocks of barren sand,

This sight I'll forever stand,

In awe of this crimson grand.