Her Red Hair

Her hair glows bright like autumn leaves,

In shades of red that the sunset weaves.

A fiery crown upon her head,

Each strand a story, softly said.

With every step, it dances free,

Catching the light, wild as the sea.

Like flames that flicker in the night,

Her spirit shines, warm and bright.

In the wind, it sways and twirls,

A signal of strength in a world of swirls.

Through joy and pain, it holds her grace,

A vibrant color in every place.

So let it blaze, her heart laid bare,

A radiant symbol of how much she dares.

With every strand, she’ll find her way,

Her red hair shining, come what may.