In fields where sunlight dances bright,
Amidst the green, a red delight,
Strawberries sweet, a summer’s kiss,
In every bite, pure bliss exists.

Their fragrance fills the morning air,
A promise of a taste so rare,
With seeds like stars on crimson hue,
A treasure trove in morning dew.

Beneath the sky, they ripen slow,
In gentle breeze, where rivers flow,
Their journey from the earth to hand,
A miracle, so finely planned.

Oh, strawberries, with love you grow,
In every heart, your seeds you sow,
A simple joy, yet so profound,
In nature’s gift, true love is found.