The Timbre of Orange

Orange is reminiscent of the sound of thunder, of muted drums, Dissonant in nature, like the call of distant, broken trumpets. Severely caustic, rather scathing in its delivery of  A burning sound, crackling and popping, as if the  Brass breathed black embers... Orange is a color that embodies a brutality, A roughness and an edge that is  Unmatched by the RAINBOW.  And the other colors seem to halt and stare at its Bluntness, its assertiveness and its ferocious voice, Gravely and deep.  Orange is reminiscent of the sound of roaring trains Emits a sort of glowing dominance, of arrogance-- Its sharpness of tone allows for precision and mastery. It is more a color than the rest of the colors, for in its vibrancy There is a youthful proclamation of hope that is gilded by A solid realism. It hopes loudly but stoutly refuses prayer. In orange's stoic presence, its voice like  Battering rams and clashing pans, it demand, no it STEALS a presence. Yet in its arrogance, there is a  Resilience, a persistence, for  Orange is a color reminiscent of the Gods And in its faults lies its power.