Chorus of Red

In the hush of a room where time seems to pause, A chorus of red unites in silent applause. Their faces, a canvas of calm and resolve, A symphony of strength, a tale of self. The warmth of their hue, a beacon of fire, Burns through the shadows, a light to inspire. Their gaze, a mirror reflecting the soul, A testament to unity, a bond that's whole. The room, a stage for their silent song, Where whispers of power in unison belong. Each figure, a note in this grander scheme, A collective voice, a force that transcends the dream. In their stillness, a story unfolds, Of resilience, of hope, of bold. For in their red, a world is reborn, A testament to the strength of the torn. Oh, viewer, see yourself in their gaze, For in their unity, your own strength you'll raise. Let their red be a guide, a light to your path, A reminder that together, we rise, we don't fall.