Fruitfall (a.k.a Fruit F'all)

They covered the ground,
Which was more orange than green
Dewy grass wet my feet
The wind blew again
And no matter how many I pick up
There always seems like so many on the ground

Is the neighbour watching?
Don’t catch her eye, or else she may wave and come out
Pick up the oranges
And check for holes and slugs,
Fungi and bugs.
But still so many remain fallen down

The Foodtown plastic bag is near full,
It might very well break
Throw the little ones back
And feed the tree and birds
I have too many to eat
Does anyone want any?

Honestly! I have lots, come and get them