CITRUS SERENADE:

In the valley of Ceres, where the sun bows low,

In green fertile lands, where the sweet winds blow,

It´s the place where not only the grapefruits blush,

It´s the place where fragrance lingers, tangy & lush.

Where mandarins & tangerines let sweet juices flow,

A valley where oranges, limes & golden lemons grow,

Where wasps & belching bees smack their syrupy lips,

And from nectar of blossoms, take their buzzing sips.

Acidy, tart, sharp, trees starting life out, green & sour,

Sweet with kissing sunbeams, in Autumn´s final hour,

It´s the serenade of citrus chorus, in fragrant juicy flow,

Ringing through Ceres valley, where all the wise birds go.