A song inspired by the Journey of the Pink Dolphins by Sy Montgomery

You sang, our love was true. Rising like misty dew, Take me back to that place, where we carved that tree base, by the wild mountain stream. My orange oolong dream.

It’s the middle of June, you were singing a tune, Down by the clear river Where we never shiver, The pink dolphins on cue surrounded our canoe. 

You sang, our love was true. Rising like misty dew, Take me back to this place where we carved that tree base by the wild mountain stream. My orange oolong dream. 

The chill moved in closer. It was late October, You saw an orange rose, breezing from the windows where the wild ivy grows as you moved in closer, You sang, our love was true. Rising like misty dew, Take me back to that place where we carved that tree base by the wild mountain stream. My orange oolong dream!