In orchards where the sun does gleam,
The fruits hang ripe, a sweet daydream.
Apples red and golden bright,
Dance in the gentle morning light.
Beneath the trees, where shadows play,
Oranges glow in the warmth of day.
Citrus scent fills the air,
In this garden, free from care.
Berries cluster on the vine,
Juicy jewels, a taste divine.
Blue and red, they burst with life,
Free from worries, free from strife.
The symphony of sweet harvests sings,
Nature’s bounty, the joy it brings.
In every fruit, a tale we find,
A gift of love, to humankind.