In dappled shade of pergola's grace,
Where tendrils coil and climbers race,
Hangs the citrus treasure trove,
A burst of zest in verdant grove.

Amidst the wooden beams they sway,
Lemons bright in sun's warm ray,
A chandelier of tangy spheres,
Their yellow hue a sight that cheers.

From arbored roof they dangle low,
Like stars in earthbound constellations' glow,
Each pendant gem a sunbeam caught,
Distilled within a citric thought.

The leaves, a whispered lullaby,
Caress the breeze, in dance comply,
A symphony of nature's hues,
A living masterpiece that woos.

Below, the cobblestones they rest,
A quiet witness to this fest,
Of yellow orbs that gleam and gleam,
Their lemon essence rich, supreme.

A fragrant zephyr fills the air,
Intoxicating, sweet, and rare,
The lemon's scent, a siren's song,
Entices hearts to sing along.

Oh, linger here in this embrace,
This haven kissed by sun's warm face,
Where lemons sway as if to say,
"Stay awhile, and dream away."

For in this corner of the earth,
A tale of beauty's given birth,
A symphony of life and love,
With lemons hanging from above.

-Me