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…
In groves where sunlight dances, there they grow, The golden orbs of sunshine, row by row. Their fragrance fills the…