Beneath the golden sun, the orchard sings,
With whispers of the wind through leafy wings,
A symphony of fruits, so rich and pure,
Nature’s bounty, a timeless allure.

The apple blushes with a crimson hue,
Its fragrance fills the air with morning dew,
Juicy secrets hidden in its core,
A taste of heaven, who could ask for more?

The mango, golden, with a tropical grace,
Sweet nectar drips, a treasure to embrace,
Its velvet skin, a promise of delight,
A summer’s kiss, beneath the starry night.

The berries, clustered in a wild embrace,
With colors bold, they paint the landscape’s face,
A burst of flavor in each tiny sphere,
A gift of joy, to cherish and revere.