Among the leaves, the fruits do sing,
A melody of colors bright,
From dawn till dusk, in summer’s swing,
They bask in warmth, in golden light.

The apple’s blush, the berry’s cheer,
A symphony of nature’s grace,
Each flavor tells a tale so dear,
In orchard’s sweet, embracing space.

The citrus tang, a zestful kiss,
The mango’s nectar, smooth and sweet,
Each fruit a moment, pure and bliss,
A harmony that’s so complete.

With every bite, a story told,
Of sun and rain, of growth and care,
The fruits of life, a joy behold,
An orchard’s gift beyond compare.