Soleil Rouge

Beneath the crimson sky, where the sun bows low, A silhouette stands, a guardian of the glow. The ocean whispers, its waves a rhythmic song, While the red umbrella shields from the world's wrong. A solitary figure, a beacon of grace, In the dance of light and shadow, a silent embrace. The sunset paints the horizon in hues of gold, A canvas where dreams and reality are told. The umbrella, a symbol of strength and will, A shield against the chaos, a promise to still. The sea, a mirror of the soul's deepest fears, Reflects the courage of those who dare to steer. In this moment, time stands still, a pause in the flow, Where the heart finds solace, where the spirit grows. The red umbrella, a talisman of hope, Guides the wanderer through the twilight's scope. For in the embrace of the setting sun, We find our strength, our journey begun. The silhouette, a reminder of what we hold, In the dance of light and shadow, we are made whole.