In fields where sunlight softly plays,
Strawberries bask in golden rays,
Their red allure, a sweet delight,
A symphony in morning light.

Beneath the sky so vast and wide,
They whisper secrets, side by side,
With dewdrops clinging to each leaf,
A tender touch, beyond belief.

Juicy wonders, ripe and true,
In shades of crimson, bold and new,
They tempt the heart, they tease the tongue,
A dance of flavors, sweetly sung.

In garden’s heart, they find their place,
A tapestry of life’s embrace,
Strawberries, in their simple grace,
Leave traces of a summer’s trace.