In fields where sunlight gently falls,
Strawberries whisper their secrets small.
With ruby cheeks and emerald leaves,
They weave tales the heart believes.

Beneath the azure, they softly sway,
A dance of sweetness in the day.
Each berry holds a summer’s dream,
In every bite, a gentle gleam.

Their fragrance drifts upon the air,
A promise of delight they share.
Among the vines, they hide and seek,
In nature’s song, they softly speak.

As twilight kisses fields of green,
The strawberries glow with a tender sheen.
In their embrace, the sun’s caress,
A simple joy, a pure finesse.