Orange-coloured Day
Liana Flores
Hear the new blue bird whistle out her first song
From the tree that'll be here long after we're gone
The curlicue twirl of a butterfly's grace
Watch her work the day away just to stay in one place
It takes an orange-coloured day in a summer-end display
In the wisdom of it all singularity's so small
Hear the twinkle downstream of the green river pour
How it's never the same as a second before
And you're filled with a warmth you can barely express
A part of the scenery, no more and no less
It takes an orange-coloured day in a summer-end display
In the wisdom of it all singularity's so small
Why must I yearn to be maddened by a love
So reckless and pure as a call from a dove?
Such wonders reflected in a haze of nature's ways (of nature's ways)
Of nature's ways (of nature's ways)
And orange-coloured days
Orange-coloured days
See the Sun's first rays of the morning to peep
Through a gap in the curtains and lull you from sleep
