My Song

My song is orange without a tinge of brown With yellow highlights, swirled around a pink sun. She sings in a lemon like melody of a meadow lark I feel uplifted and revitalized when I hear her My song is transmogrifying, she is turning aqua She glides into a fresh new swimming pool Chlorine drips off of her shoulders I feel refreshed and alive when I hear her My song is spinning in a Gemini way She is mercurial, rapidly turning silver. I cannot slow her down or catch her. I am delighted, and cannot get enough.