In the gentle fields where strawberries dance,
Beneath the sun’s golden, warm embrace,
Their vibrant hues in whispers speak,
Of sweetness wrapped in nature’s lace.

Each berry holds a secret song,
Of summer days and morning dew,
A melody of joy and life,
In every scarlet shade and hue.

Their fragrance wafts on breezes soft,
A promise of delight to come,
A taste of heaven on the tongue,
In every tiny, luscious dome.

Oh, strawberries, in fields you bloom,
A testament to nature’s art,
In every bite, a moment’s bliss,
A gentle balm for the weary heart.