How does an orange clock work?
Well it tells the time in orange coloured ways.
In its innards do strange gears lurk,
And it chimes the years and ticks away the days.
It's a bright and shiny timepiece;
Every second does it add to make the hours.
When it's wound down will its time cease,
As its flesh and skin the universe devours.

From slumber and the silence of the womb
To dawning and the brightness of the light
That fades to black, as in a shuttered tomb,
Are left but darkness and the dead of night.

Then night ages to grey before the dawn
And golden glows the east as morning breaks,
As with the rising sun a day is born
And once again to light the earth awakes.

Take sapphires, rubies, diamonds bright,
Each stone aglitter with starlight,
And with these gems, a harp then mould
With finest strings of pure spun gold.

A cherub then to pluck the strings
While by his side with folded wings
In dulcet tones an angel sings
In praise of Him, the King of Kings.

In April when the first cool days
Foretell of winter’s coming frost
And waning sun’s soft golden rays
Shine weaker now that summer’s lost.

When morning mists in veils of grey
The trees along the river cloak
Until the breezes blow away
The clinging mist like clouds of smoke.

Then under skies of palest blue
In these clear days before the cold
The trees that shed their gowns bestrew
The fading green with flecks of gold.