Orange Orchards

I see the blooming blossoms against the dark green leaves of the magnificent orange trees.
I smell the sweet fragrance of the citrus dancing in the breeze.
I hear the faraway thump of the round, ripe oranges as they land on the padded ground, while the leaves are quietly rustling in the wind.
I feel the coolness of the draft on my face, the soft, somewhat chilly, dirt under my feet as I walk through, and the orange I pick warming up in the palm of my hand.
I taste the bittersweet tang of the citrus fruit on my tongue as I gingerly bite into it.
I think of how lovely these trees are, and of how nice it is to spend a day in the orange orchard.

(Picture taken by Me. It's an orange, but it's not ripe, haha.)