Orange-coloured day

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
Ooh-ooh-ooh
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
And orange-coloured days and 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