The bright red sun has risen

with yellow rings of glory!

I look out of my bedroom window

to the bountiful fields before me.

My fulfilling farm work starts

each day, at the break of dawn.

By evening every cow is milked

and each sheep has been shorn.

The scent of fallen citrus

permeates the air.

This orchard is my sanctuary

and my problems disappear.

The henhouse clucks with morning joy

as round brown eggs are laid.

I sit down underneath a tree

With homemade toast and marmalade.

From oranges to egg yolks,

To the colour of my truck,

Orange is by far the best-

The colour of my luck.