the color of one second of time

How does one paint the colors of my KING?
When he who is beauty is ever changing
With failing attempts I grab a second of him
and with paint of words inadequately portray him
For even as I try his colors change
he giggles and twirls with freedom of love and light
He really likes being the KING
In him there is a time for happiness
All happiness is him.
He joys that I try, it tickles his fancy
It is exciting to try as he shoots across the sky