Oh Yuzu, bright and golden gem,
A treasure from the East’s rich hem.
Your citrus kiss, a tart embrace,
A dance of Mandarin and Grapefruit’s grace.

For centuries past, in Japan’s serene lands,
You’ve graced the air, soothed weary hands.
A zesty balm, a fragrant art,
To calm the mind and heal the heart.

In diffusers, you softly bloom,
Chasing away the cloud of gloom.
A few mere drops, a calming breeze,
Melting tension with effortless ease.

In creams and mists, your scent does glide,
A personal fragrance, worn with pride.
Soft whispers on the skin you leave,
A touch of joy, a sense reprieve.

When breath grows shallow, and lungs feel tight,
You bring relief, restore the light.
A blend with coconut, a soothing trail,
To conquer congestion, you never fail.

Oh Yuzu, citrus spirit divine,
Your therapeutic gifts forever shine.
A timeless essence, pure and true,
A gift from nature, dear Yuzu.