Naru - Le Grande Orenge - The Color Orange Poem by Curtis Keith Barker

Naru - Le Grande Orenge - The Color Orange

Pommé d'orenge, Nāranga, Naru Geoluread - The Color Orange

In lands of old, where stories unfold,
In A color vibrant, bold and bright,
Orange, its name in whispers told,
In cultures diverse, takes its flight.

In Western realms, autumn's embrace,
A tapestry of warmth and gold,
The harvest's yield, a tender grace,
In orange hues, the tales are told.

Yet in the Middle East's embrace,
Orange mourns, a symbol stark,
Loss and sorrow, a somber place,
Where hearts in orange leave their mark.

In Eastern lands, it finds its cheer,
A symbol of love and good health,
Happiness in every sphere,
In orange's glow, life's boundless wealth.

A color, bold, it signals danger,
With fervor, excitement it shares,
A vivid hue, no shadow, no stranger,
Awakening souls, banishing cares.

From Sanskrit's tongue, 'naranga' it came,
A fragrant note in history's page,
Passed through Persian, with no shame,
To Egypt's tombs, on every stage.

In Old French, 'pomme d'orenge' did sing,
A name that traveled, a word to cling,
From Sanskrit's heart, a noble ring,
'Nāranga' to 'orange, ' colors spring.

Dravidian whispers, 'naru' in the air,
Fragrance and essence, in orange's care,
A fruit's sweet journey, beyond compare,
From India's shores to lands so fair.

The Moors, they brought it to Spanish lands,
'Naranja, ' they called it, on distant sands,
A treasure shared by skilled hands,
A fruit so cherished, in foreign strands.

In English's tongue, it found its way,
In the 13th century, its debut so gay,
First fruit, then color, in words to stay,
Orange's legacy, in every way.

From 'geoluhread' in days of yore,
Yellow-red in Old English lore,
A hue so rich, forevermore,
In orange's splendor, we adore.

The robe that graced the Buddha's frame,
Dyed in orange, a sacred claim,
A symbol of faith, in the spirit's name,
In divine belief, it lit the flame.

So let us celebrate the hue so grand,
Orange, in cultures across the land,
In its vibrant shades, we understand,
The beauty of life, hand in hand.

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