In the gentle glow of dawn’s embrace,
Oranges hang like tiny suns, aglow,
Their fragrance whispers tales of distant lands,
A citrus symphony, soft and mellow.

Beneath the azure sky they dance,
With leaves that flutter in a gentle breeze,
Sweet nectar hidden in their golden skin,
A promise of warmth in the cool of trees.

Hands reach out to pluck the radiant gems,
Fingers brush against their textured rind,
A burst of zest, a splash of liquid sun,
As nature’s bounty to the heart is kind.

So let us savor each precious, juicy sphere,
In every bite, the world becomes more bright,
For in the humble orange’s glowing cheer,
We find a simple, yet profound delight.