Gem of yellow, oft tied to the sun, celebrated in Autumn, before winter comes.

I'm a sound to be reckoned with, hear the heavens bellow, Lightning might not strike twice, but you can hear me echo, If I'm far away you might just hear a low rumble, If I'm quite close, things on your walls might tumble

African, American, Asian. Banal barrage of banter. Constantly craving a cracker. Determined yet dawdling demeanor. Emulating and endearing, but excreting. Flighty, feathery, and fanciful. Grey, green, and gem gamuts. Hueful, heedless heckler. Impecunious, inexorable imbiber. Jaunty jester ot jargon. Kooky, klutzy, and kinetic. Large and little lineages. Majestic, mottled minion. Nonsensical, naive narrator. Occasionally obscene and obstreperous. Querulous, quirky quoter. Repeater of rehearsed retorts. Sometimes striped or speckled squawker.

I’m a color in the forest, in your eyes I sometimes glow. I’m a nut inside a shell, and a name that kids may know. What am I?

Paper bird takes flight, Folding dreams with gentle hands, Art in motion born.