In the orchard’s gentle embrace,
Where golden sunlight meets the leaves,
Fruits ripen in a dance of grace,
Each one a story, each one believes.

The apple tells of autumn’s kiss,
As crisp and sweet as morning dew,
While berries sing of summer’s bliss,
Their colors bold, their voices true.

The citrus hums a zesty tune,
A burst of sun in every peel,
And melons, under the harvest moon,
Reveal secrets only they can feel.

In every bite, a whispered tale,
Of earth and sky, of rain and sun,
A symphony that cannot fail,
Nature’s gift to everyone.