Indonesian mandarin plant in bloom

In tropic groves where warm winds play,
A golden fruit begins its day,
Citrus × amblycarpa shines,
With fragrant zest and tangy lines.
Its skin is thin, its flavor bold,
A tale of sunshine sweetly told.
Not quite a lime, not quite a yuzu,
A hybrid kissed by morning dew.
In soups it sings, in sambals bright,
A burst of citrus, pure delight.
Oh humble gem from Southeast lands,
You hold the sun within your hands.
