Here's a poem about orchard gardening:
In the morning light, The orchard's beauty takes flight.
Rows of trees, so tall and grand, Fruits of labor, hand in hand.
With care, we shape the branches neat,Clearing deadwood,
letting in the heat. Blossoms bloom in hues so bright, Bees dance around, spreading delight. As days pass by, the fruits appear, Apples, pears, and peaches, oh dear! We nurture the soil, water with care, Harvesting the fruits, a bountiful affair. In the orchard, where gardens thrive, Nature's symphony comes alive. With patience and love, we tend with pride, Orchard gardening, a joy we confide.
