Orange

Its Orange season

its smells so sweet and fresh

its sign of spring breeze will comes 

grandmother will pick oranges from trees

and give to the child neighbor

this season many oranges harvested

its big, sweet and bit tangy 

we like to make orange juice 

we pressed it into mechine 

and flow the orange water to the big jar 

we stock for summer 

we will put ice on it

grandmother and mom like to make syrup 

they added some mounts rock sugar in jar 

it adds sweetness from the oranges 

we can put some water before drink it

its wipes out tangy and some sour from it

some kids also will make tanghulu oranges

they peel the orange and coat with sugar 

it cracked sounds is satisfying 

and juice will running out from mouth

dare me you would love it

every new year we will dress red 

it sign posperous 

and in table many oranges will serve 

in temple, road and some trees

it align with wishing for posperous 

i can eat as much as i want 

thats my favorite season for whole year 

will run to temple and seek 

while my mom and grandma pray

if you know how yummy it is orange for me

i would never exchange to anything than 

oranges

*this poettry story not based on true story*