Citrus

A poem I wrote in class about where I'm from.

I sprouted from a lone orange tree
Always illuminated by the golden
Rays of Gendenwitha

        Crashing waves in the distance

One day I fell to the river bank
Where I drifted with the current
Down the river time, I watched
The thinning of orange groves

        What was once plentiful is now scarce

The river dropped me
Into the shadow of the
Valley Brown

I long to escape from here
Back to the place I fell from
Or through the Golden Gate

        Where my heart longs to be