In the golden grove, where the sun kisses the land,
Oranges hang like jewels, in the gentle breeze they stand.
Their vibrant hue, a burst of light, amidst the green so grand,
A treasure trove of nature’s hand, a sight so sweet and planned.

Beneath the azure sky, they sway in harmony,
Each orange a story, of warmth and serenity.
A drop of sunlight in the palm, a taste of life’s divinity,
In every bite, a world unfurls, a moment of infinity.

The peel, a fragrant armor, guards the nectar pure,
Within, a burst of citrus, a flavor to allure.
A dance of sweet and tangy, a symphony demure,
Oranges, the sun-kissed fruit, a joy that will endure.

So let us cherish every orb, in the grove so bright,
A gift from earth and sun, a simple pure delight.
In every fruit, a memory, of summer’s golden light,
Oranges, the humble muse, of nature’s endless night.