Beneath the sun’s warm, golden hue,
The orchard blooms, a vibrant view.
Fruits hang low, their colors bright,
A feast for both the ear and sight.

The apple’s red, a blush of dawn,
The orange, a light that carries on.
Bananas curve like crescent moons,
In the grove, soft lullaby tunes.

Grapes in clusters, pearls of wine,
Lemons gleam with a golden shine.
Strawberries, with seeds so small,
Each fruit a story, each one a call.

In nature’s garden, fruits abound,
A symphony of taste and sound.
From tree to vine, the fruits convey,
The earth’s sweet blessings, day by day.