It's The Colour Orange that flickers like an ember.

The Colour Orange that lights up September.

It's The Colour Orange that falls to the ground,

silent leaves dancing, painting colours all around.

It's the beauty in connection and the peace in the sky.

It's 215 angels glowing bright from way up high.

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I see it in the pink sky when I wake at dawn,

there's just something about it, the sky's silent song.

That magical moment, seek it - every single day.

When that orange pierces through, bursting in rays.

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One Earth, one sky, and here we all stand...

Our heart beats whisper to this sacred land.

The blanket of orange above the trees,

send hope when life drops us to our knees...

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We listen, we talk, we laugh and we learn...

We gather around the fire and share stories while it burns.

The halo, the horizon, the sea of orange shirts...

the teachings, the stories, the footprints in the dirt.

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Evening is upon us, I search for it in the sky.

The beauty in a sunset that money can't buy.

Be The Colour Orange, the warmth and the glow...

the laughter, and the tears that allow us to grow.

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It's The Colour Orange promising you an new day.

The Colour Orange warming your back when you pray...

The Colour Orange lighting up the prairie sky.

IT'S THE COLOUR ORANGE IN YOU AND I.