In fields where sunlight gently weaves,
Amidst the leaves, a secret lies,
Scarlet whispers, nature’s reprieve,
Where strawberries in slumber rise.

Their fragrant song, the morning’s balm,
A melody of earth’s embrace,
In every hue, a quiet calm,
As dewdrops kiss their gentle face.

Beneath the sky, a crimson sea,
Each berry tells a tale untold,
Of summer’s warmth and sweet esprit,
Their stories in the silence hold.

So taste the dreams in ruby guise,
In every bite, a world unfurls,
The strawberry, a small surprise,
A treasure in this vast, vast world.