In the orchards where the sunlight dwells,
Oranges hang with a golden glow,
Cradling the warmth of sunlit spells,
In their vibrant, juicy flow.

Peel back the skin with gentle grace,
Revealing segments, sweet and bright,
They dance upon the tongue’s embrace,
In bursts of joy, pure delight.

Their fragrance fills the morning air,
A citrus breeze that softly sings,
Of distant lands and gardens fair,
Where nature’s bounty brightly clings.

Ode to the orange, a sunlit sphere,
In every drop, a story spun,
A taste of summer, ever near,
A golden fruit kissed by the sun.