In the morning dew, where the sun gently peeks,
Strawberries glisten, in red blush they speak.
A symphony of sweetness, in fields so green,
Nature’s own jewels, a sight to be seen.

Under the azure sky, the berries grow bright,
Bathed in the sunlight, from dawn until night.
With each tender touch, their fragrance unfurls,
A dance of delight, in the softest of curls.

In baskets they gather, a harvest so sweet,
Promising flavors, a summer’s pure treat.
Juicy and tender, each bite a pure bliss,
A kiss from the earth, one can never miss.

Oh, strawberries dear, in fields where you lie,
You capture the heart and the wandering eye.
Forever in memory, your sweetness remains,
As long as the sun and the summer’s still reigns.