I can’t rhyme it because
it’s something you taste,
hear, touch, and see.
we can Taste a sunset;
Hear a field of marigolds;
Touch the citrus twist; and
See the cleansing aroma it illuminates.
An orange reminds me of love, motivation, and individuality.
It doesn’t need to rhyme or make sense,
as long as we accept everything about it in our own way.
"A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure." ~Charlie Chaplin