Humble fruit of radiant hue,
the simplest form, yet ever new.
A sphere of sun, a shard of light,
sharp as dawn, yet soft as night.

Its skin holds secrets, oils, and flame,
its fragrance whispers nature’s name.
Bitter, sweet, and pure combined,
a paradox by craft refined.

In zest and juice, in pith and seed,
the lemon offers all we need.
A lesson carved in citrus gold:
that beauty lives in what we hold.

So Zanzzoa keeps this emblem near,
a quiet code, both bright and clear.
A symbol not of wealth alone,
but of the humble, reimagined, shown.