Calamansi Tree
A poem
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In a sunny place, a tree does grow,
Calamansi, in soil it calls its home.
Bright fruit hangs from branches near,
Like tiny suns, bringing joy clear.
Small fruits carry a tangy taste,
Nature’s gift, not a moment to waste.
Leaves talk softly to the breeze,
A peaceful tune among the trees.
Under the sun’s warm, golden light,
The orchard blooms, a lovely sight.
Fruits sing a song, so zesty and sweet,
Nature’s dance, a melody complete.
When raindrops fall, a gentle show,
On leaves that shine, in a rhythmic flow.
From bud to harvest, a story to see,
Calamansi tree, in nature’s decree.
In a green grove, where life is free,
The tree stands tall, a jubilee.
Calamansi, dressed in colors best,
Nature’s art, forever blessed.
The calamansi (kalamansi or Philippine lime) tree is a small, evergreen tree with glossy green…
