In the orchard’s gentle glow,
Where whispers of the wind do flow,
The fruits in vibrant hues delight,
A dance of color, pure and bright.

Apples hang from branches high,
Blushing red beneath the sky,
Their sweetness wrapped in golden skin,
A crisp embrace as you bite in.

Oranges, like suns aglow,
With zestful splash, their juices flow,
A burst of citrus in the air,
Refreshing hearts beyond compare.

Grapes in clusters, purple dreams,
Rippling in the sunlight’s beams,
Their nectar rich, a vintage fine,
A sip of earth’s divine design.