In the morning light, they gleam and glow,
Golden orbs with stories to bestow.
Their vibrant hues, a dance of delight,
Awakening dreams in the soft twilight.

Peel back the rind, feel the burst of zest,
A citrus whisper, a fragrant jest.
Juice cascades, a river of sweet,
Nature’s nectar, a sunlit treat.

Fields of orange, a canvas so bright,
Beneath azure skies, a wondrous sight.
Rolling hills where the breezes play,
In the embrace of a golden day.

From grove to grove, the scent of the sun,
A timeless tale of harvest begun.
With every fruit, a promise unfolds,
A taste of warmth, as the story is told.