Beneath the morning’s tender glow, they lie,
Golden spheres that cradle the sun’s embrace,
In orchards where gentle breezes sigh,
Oranges, in their vibrant grace.

Their skins, a tapestry of radiant hues,
Whisper tales of distant lands and skies,
Sweet nectar within, a world to muse,
A burst of joy where silence lies.

With every peel, a fragrant song unfolds,
A melody of zest that fills the air,
Oranges, a story that nature holds,
In their simple beauty, beyond compare.

Oh, to taste the sun in every bite,
A dance of flavors, a citrus delight,
Oranges, the morning’s gentle light,
A gift of warmth, in day or night.