Orange
The orange of the sunset,
And the orange of the orange.
I like both oranges.
They are both sweet.
The orange of the flower,
And of sherbet.
I like both oranges.
They are pretty and tasty.
The orange comes after red.
It comes before yellow.
If you look up in the rainbow sky.
You will see it up high.
I like orange you see.
It is a color that suits me.
It is a color of the flames.
It has many, many names.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem