I gave my name to leaves in fall, pumpkins, pylons, basketballs. The hue itself? No linguistic root, It's named for me, the sunny fruit

In the twilight, I dance in disguise, A shadowy partner in evening's reprise. I mimic your shape, In a darkened landscape, A mirror-less form, a surprise.

Rivers, banks and trees, All have types of me If my third letter was autocorrected I'd be a meal between lunch and breakfast

In ponds we dwell, in songs we tell, Our secrets loud, our stories swell, Green skin ablaze, with eyes so bright, We leap with joy, in morning's light. In rainforest depths, we sing our song, In backyard ponds, our leaps are strong, We blend with greens, with browns we hide, Semi-aquatic in disguise.

I'm on skin. I'm with your name. I help track fauna. I'm a children's game.