Hear the new bluebird whistle out her first songFrom the tree that will be here long after we're goneThe curlicue twirl of a butterfly's graceWatch her work the day away just to stay in one placeIt takes an orange-colored dayIn a summer and a displayIn the wisdom of it allSingularity so smallHear the twinkle downstream of the green river poolHow it's never beenThe same as a second beforeAnd you're filled with a warmth you can barely expressA part of the scenery no more and no lessIt takes an orange-colored dayIn a summer and a displayIn the wisdom of it allSingularitySo smallWhy must I end to be maddened by a loveSo reckless and pure as a call from a dawnSuch wonders reflected in a hazeOf nature's waysOf nature's waysOf nature's waysOf nature's waysOf nature's waysOf nature's waysAnd orange-colored daysAnd orange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysOrange-colored daysSee the sun's first rays of the morning to peekThrough a gap in the curtains and love you from sleep