Orange is autumn and
Crumbling leaves.
Fireflies dancing in the night.
Orange is October,
Into which winter creeps.

Orange is the dying sun,
Cast upon the floor.
A candle's flickering light
As it begs oxygen for more.

Orange is pumpkin pie,
The aroma filling the air.
Orange is the sign of danger.
Orange is the sign of hazard,
Which inflicts fear.

Orange is happiness.
The taste of a peach,
Dancing along your tongue.
Orange is the smell of victory,
Because I know this poem's done!