Nothing Rhymes with Orange!

Gazing at the tall Indian beech,
I thought I saw a hint of peach,
amidst the lush leaves of green,
was that a touch of tangerine?

Into the thickets it had gone,
chasing a shade of persimmon,
if it was to be a whistling parrot,
why did I see a hue of carrot?

Was it a notion an illusion, maya,
the reason for a tinge of papaya,
still it seemed somewhat funny,
who would flaunt grey and honey.

Over my eyes used water to splosh,
maybe I would stop seeing squash,
no, not a trick on my eyes played,
indeed there was some marmalade!

I decidedly had the hill to clamber,
in order to spot the source of amber,
before the bird decided to scram,
I wanted to sight the tone of yam.

Thistles brambles left me flustered,
yet I managed to spy the mustard,
a bird of beauty did my eyes behold,
all the efforts were worthy as gold.

Footnote:
And lest you ask why use all these words sublime,
let me tell you with no words does orange rhyme!

[In pictures: The Orange-headed Thrush (Geokichla citrina cyanota), male surrounded by clusters of stunningly bright reddish-orange flowers of the Scarlet Sterculia (Sterculia colorata).]

– Narendra Nayak © 2019