In the morning light, they shine so bright,
Oranges, ripe with golden delight.
Sweet nectar within, a burst of the sun,
Each juicy segment, a joy to everyone.

Hanging from branches, laden with charm,
Nature’s sweet bounty, held in my palm.
The fragrance it offers, a citrusy breeze,
Whispering secrets through groves of trees.

Plucked from the orchard with gentle care,
Their vibrant hues, beyond compare.
A taste of summer, pure and divine,
Captivating senses, a treasure to find.

In every bite, a story unfolds,
Of sunny days and memories old.
Oranges, with their zest and cheer,
A timeless fruit, so precious and dear.