An Orange Fairytale

Once upon a time In the land of rhymes The word orange, came to be Nature was his mother The sun, his big brother They placed him for all to see He swung from the trees Touched flowers, birds and bees Loved clowns and circus balloons Alerted everyone of danger Had a fiery anger At night he swam with the moon There were no other words Ever spoken or heard That could ever duplicate his sound But orange shows pride Goes along for the ride In hopes a rhyme can be found For now it's his curse To hang out in free verse His personality remains bubbly and light Although he's unique Things never look bleak You never know, someday one just might February 16 2017 by Daniel Turner