Descriptive Orange
Genesis 1: 3- 5 Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good; and God divided the light from the darkness. God called the light Day and the darkness He called Night. So the evening and the morning were the first day.
Genesis 1 2:8,9 The Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden, and there He put the man whom He had formed. And out of the ground the Lord God made every tree grow that is pleasant to the sight and good for food.
I can be as pale as the softest peach, the hint of a kiss of pink touching the golden yellow to form just the whisper of apricot, or as vibrant as the deepest, richest coral, my intensity having meshed with royal red. My colors range from soft to the deep warmth of clay planters, their hominess holding lovely plants on your front stoop. In the same garden you can see me as a peace rose, with pink meshing with yellow, a tiger lily, a soft and pleasing orange, and coral bells, a living, showy orange red. 
You see me as health as I am the color of yams, carrots, butternut squash, and pumpkins. My colors abound in times of harvest. You see and smell my lushness with oranges and tangerines, melons and mangos and are sometimes able to see my color just by my scent.
When I start affecting some of your metal pieces, you become annoyed, looking to brush away my invasion of color with steel wool. That’s okay, I was just warning you of deterioration and the need to protect and prevent further destruction and damage.
In the mountains of southwest America, you see my strength in the deep and rich, robust colors of sienna and terra cotta, the warmer and vigorous desert and cactus flowers that unfold and announce their proud beauty in the heat of the sand.
When I am hair someone’s head, I am sometimes a deep rich russet and auburn and the colors are a beauty to behold, but I can fade to a mixture of strawberry and cantaloupe. But then I can be lighter, tawnier, more titian, and the occasional thought of stubborn and hot tempered spring to mind as you watch in admiration as the sun kisses the tresses.
I am the color of new, or re-birth and beginnings, but one can also see me at the end, at the closing. I bring a bit of excitement, anticipation as I just begin to rise over the horizon, not yet lighting the sky with my brilliance; just turning the dark to purple bruising. I have such a vibrant range and you look up in awe as I share my hues with you. The colors become richer, brighter, as I spew forth the light of day, and you are so touched by the burst of orange and pink flames that shout of the new day’s dawning. It makes me proud that you look and admire the vibrancy of my colors.
sunrise 4/18 
sunset 6/17/18 
I am the beginning of sunshine and the end of sunshine. You stand amazed looking at the peach, coral, flame and blaze of my brilliant orange. My vibrancy shines in the early, early mornings just before the sun peeks over the horizon. But later, my colors burst forth with a wealth of hues of warm colors that blaze across the evening sky and amaze you, awe you. It glows and shines on your faces as you look at my flames of color. For as I emblazon the sky with the richness of the pinks, lavenders, and oranges, you recognize another nice day will open tomorrow.
You look at the brilliance of my colors in flame and in the sky, in the harvest, across the mountains of Arizona, that crowns a head with the richness of a combination of blond and red to red and brown…. and you recognize me. I am orange with my wonderful complement colors; orange in all my blazing glory.
Can you see some of my many hues? I’m a favorite at ‘mybellaviews.’
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