Orange Tree

Bright citrus of my memory Days of old beneath the orange tree Decades of facets that we found Top tiger tail this hillside round If I could plant seed for flowering branch I'd broadcast over seas wherever I'd chance So I could see the orange tree dance Feel its juice run sweet down my hands at long last Its fruit that grounds us to this life Through seasons that hold transcendence and strife Weaving bright light, bright sunglobes of gold With the fragrance that peace and tranquility hold Now its branches sway through night and through day Carry its essence much farther away By blow of the breeze though we're far apart Citrus carries the sun to my mind and my heart