Ripe strawberries are intensely red,
And blazing full-blown roses are too,
And pompadours in a leafy homestead,
Or the heart love has rendered blue.
So ruby the sun's comings and goings-
And beds of scarlet beauty unknowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Red a color of prosperity and joy. Nice poem equating things.5*****