Citrus trees while they're in bloom,
Then bear sweet petals of white;
It's while they are blossoming,
Noses and eyes do delight.

When winds blow through citrus trees,
Eyes, their petals will astound.
As they freely dance about,    
Waltzing petals there are found.    

Citrus petals at twilight,
With light from each shining star;
Are a sight that's truly grand,
And very spectacular.