Isn't it beautiful? All those veins, and the luminous orange glow, and the little dark lump which is an orange seed, from whence more orange will spring, given time and effort...Also, if you don't focus too closely, it looks a bit like the sun is setting behind a giant wedge of orange. In poetry - when I used to write poetry - I remember referring to the sun as an orange. Fortunately, sun rays don't leave sticky residue on the countertop.
Speaking of fruit and poetry, here's an appropriate piece from Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends:
Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond,
Grew hisself a garden the likes of none.
Sprouts all growin', comin' up glowin',
Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun.
Colors of the rainbow,
See the sun and rain grow
Sapphires and rubieson ivory vines,
Grapes of jade, just
Ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine.
Pure gold corn there,
Blowin' in the warm air,
Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds.
In between the diamonds, ol' man Simon
Crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds.
Pink pearl berries,
All you can carry,
Put 'em in a bushel and
Haul 'em into town.
Up in the tree there's
Opal nuts and gold pears--
Hurry quick, grab a stick
And shake some down.
Take a silver tater,
Fresh plump coral melons
Hangin' in reach.
Ol' man Simon,
Diggin' in his diamonds,
Stops and rests and dreams about
Is anyone else craving fruit?