Cardinal, high above meIn a branch bright green
Brilliant blue beyond your backdrop
Do you know you're red?
Brazen beauty flaming in the sky
Your color commands every eye
Do you feel my stare
And that of all you pass by?
How could you go unnoticed?
Why might He have made you so,
Except for His glory and fame?
And my pleasure
Cardinal, high above me,
Glory in the sky
What color am I?
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