Crimson

The crimson of the maple leaves in fall

Have fallen down to the old stone wall

The crimson of the night's oncoming appearance

Can leave a person in a true amazing trance

The crimson of flowing blood within our veins

When allowed out it sure will stain

The crimson that generously gives our heart true life

That rightly can definitely offer us happiness or strife

Each day crimson will color a part of the ground

The person that it was in, no longer any sound

Sadness wells in those that are around

The son, daughter, father, or mother lies upon the ground

Tears of crimson flow like raindrops from clouds

Sadness overtakes those who are truly too proud

To completely understand the exact loss

For life has another harsh boss

A drop splashes quietly upon the rock

With it personal life it has now exactly bought

The destruction of such a glorious commodity

To hurt, torture, or kill, such an oddity

Life such a true essence of beauty

The rich shade of crimson colors it entirely

The time to exit has no true certainty

For granted we live ordinary life so blatantly

The rich hue of crimson shed too often

There is no way that we could soften

The harshness of fresh crimson upon the ground

That stops the heart from carefully making any sound