In orchards where the sun does gleam, The fruits hang ripe, a sweet daydream. Apples red and golden bright, Dance…
In the morning light, they shine so bright, Oranges, ripe with golden delight. Sweet nectar within, a burst of the…
Upon the bough where dreams unfold, An apple ripens in the sun, Its blush a story left untold, Of summer’s…
Among the leaves, the fruits do sing, A melody of colors bright, From dawn till dusk, in summer’s swing, They…
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden hue, The orchard blooms, a vibrant view. Fruits hang low, their colors bright, A feast…