A Prayer to Orange

[hearth_tott]

I call to Orange, ever-moving, ever-changing,
ever-alluring one, you are warm and then cool,
dark and then light; you are uncertain, hard to see
truly because in you are many truths. You see
all sides, you know all faces, in contrast
and in paradox you make your home. You know
that laughter and tears lie side by side in the heart.
Mirth is yours, and joy, and merry-making; you play
all games, you care little for dignity or for
propriety, for change is a joy, if you but
join in, and transformation need not be so solemn.
Catalyst, impulse, goad, caprice, you find a way!