Beneath the morning’s tender glow, they lie, Golden spheres that cradle the sun’s embrace, In orchards where gentle breezes sigh,…
In the orchard where the sun does gleam, Golden orbs hang in a citrus dream. Their vibrant hues, a painter’s…
In the golden hue of morning’s light, Oranges hang, a sunlit delight. Their fragrance dances on the breeze, A citrus…
In the orchards where the sunlight dwells, Oranges hang with a golden glow, Cradling the warmth of sunlit spells, In…
Beneath the sun’s first tender kiss, Oranges gleam in morning’s bliss. Golden orbs in verdant green, A sight so pure,…
Beneath the golden sun they lie, Oranges kissed by morning dew, Their fragrant whispers fill the sky, A citrus dream…
In the golden grove, where the sun kisses the land, Oranges hang like jewels, in the gentle breeze they stand.…
In the golden glow of morning light, Oranges hang like suns in miniature bright, Their fragrance whispers secrets old, Of…