The World is Red
The sky is red. The clouds are red.
Red sails in the sunset.
The beach is red, as is what we're fed;
Red snapper caught in one net.
The sun is red, and so are the trees.
As are the gulls, gliding in the breeze.
Red is the wine, where we sit and dine;
As is the crowd that passes.
Red is the shore, where one I adore says,
"Take off those red tinted glasses."