Beneath the boughs where sunlight weaves,
The orchard sings with rustling leaves.
Each fruit a gem, a story untold,
In shades of red, green, and gold.

Apples blush with morning’s grace,
Pears hang low in gentle embrace.
The citrus scent, a fragrant breeze,
Carries whispers through the trees.

Berries cluster in shadowed glades,
A tapestry where sunlight fades.
Plums and cherries, sweet and lush,
Burst with color in the hush.

In this realm of nature’s art,
Each fruit plays its humble part.
A symphony of taste and hue,
In every bite, a world anew.