Beneath the sun’s first tender kiss,
Oranges gleam in morning’s bliss.
Golden orbs in verdant green,
A sight so pure, serene, pristine.

The scent of citrus fills the air,
A fragrance delicate and rare.
With every bite, a burst of light,
A dance of flavors, pure delight.

From orchard trees they gently fall,
Their journey starts, they heed the call.
To hands that cherish, hearts that crave,
The simple joys that nature gave.

So let us savor, let us praise,
These humble fruits in sunlight’s rays.
For in their sweetness, we partake,
Of earth’s own love, for our own sake.