In sunlit groves where whispers dance,
The golden orbs of morning gleam,
A fragrant scent, a sweet romance,
Oranges weave in nature’s dream.

Beneath the leaves, a hidden glow,
Their vibrant hues in dawn’s embrace,
With every touch, the juices flow,
A burst of joy, a citrus grace.

They hold the warmth of summer days,
And speak of lands where breezes sigh,
In every bite, the sunshine stays,
A taste of bliss beneath the sky.

So let us cherish every sphere,
The treasures that the earth bestows,
For in their hearts, the sun draws near,
And in their flesh, a story grows.