Ode to an Orange

So small and round

Your beauty seeps

Through tough yet squishy peel

Your button stem

Your juicy fruit

Your little pebble seeds

You roll around so easily

Wrapped in your porous skin

So sweet to taste

Though sometimes sour

No two do taste the same

Your little segments peel apart

Your color is your name

And from a tree

You once were plucked

From bushy emerald leaves

And traveled over many roads

Until you found your way

From store to home

You once did roam

                                                             Until you came to me!