Pink Skies

The sky has gone pink.
There’s fish in my sink.
A crocodile on my sofa.
I found 27cents in my cola.
The mountains look yellow,
But the winds continue to blow.
I feel kind of strange,
Red, purple, blue, orange.
Which color am I?
Pink like the sky,
Or yellow like the mountains.
No, I must refrain.
I am all these colors.