Blossoms of Abundance

Amidst the orchard's lush embrace

Where fruits hang heavy, ripe with grace

The trees tell tales of seasons past

Of growth and change, they're steadfast

Their branches reach towards the sun

Their roots deep in the earth, they're one

Connected to the land they thrive

In constant motion, they're alive

Each fruit a miracle of sorts

A gift from nature to support

The cycle of life, the dance of time

A sweet reward for every climb

So let us savor nature's yield

The blossoms of abundance, sealed

In every bite, in every taste

The trees and fruits, a sacred place

With gratitude, we gather near

To honor all that's precious here

In every tree, in every fruit

A reminder of life's sacred roots.