In the garden’s gentle embrace,
Where fruits and vegetables find their place,
A symphony of colors and aromas rise,
Beneath the vast and open skies.

The apple tree stands tall and proud,
With branches reaching like a cloud,
Its fruits, a crimson, sweet delight,
Glowing softly in the morning light.

Carrots buried in the earth’s deep hold,
Their orange hue so bright and bold,
They whisper secrets of the soil,
With every crunch, a farmer’s toil.

And leafy greens, oh how they sway,
In the breeze of a sunny day,
Together they sing a tune so sweet,
A garden’s song, a harvest complete.