Beneath the golden sun they lie,
Oranges kissed by morning dew,
Their fragrant whispers fill the sky,
A citrus dream in every hue.
In orchards vast, they gently sway,
Each branch adorned with nature’s gold,
Sweet nectar’s promise in the day,
A tale of warmth and joy retold.
The peel, a sunset’s fiery hue,
Encases sweetness, pure and bright,
In every bite, a taste so true,
A burst of sun, a spark of light.
Oh, orange orbs of heaven’s grace,
Your essence dances on the breeze,
In every sip, in every taste,
The symphony of sweetness frees.