William Shakespeare
Was ist rot
Was ist rot? 'Tis a question of such a hue, That I must ponder it in my head and chew For I know not what red may be, It could be the color of a rose or a tree It could be the blush of a maiden's face It could be the color of a smile or lace It could be the blush of a summer sky It could be a cardinal's wings as it flies by It could be the color of a raging fire Or it could be the color of a heart's desire It could be the color of a raging sea It could be the color of a raging bee It could be the color of a rose petal It could be the color of a sunset's mantle It could be the color of a raging storm It could be the color of a crimson morn So, to answer the question of what is red? It is whatever the heart desires to be instead.
