Strawberries | Poetry

Youngest writes poetry, too!

In fields of green, where sunlight plays,
A berry blooms in summer's haze.
Strawberries, jewels of the earth,
Sweetness embodied, of infinite worth.

Beneath the leaves, a vibrant red,
Nature's artwork, by tendrils led.
Tiny seeds upon its skin,
A symphony of flavor from within.

In garden patches, or wild and free,
Strawberries dance in sweet jubilee.
A luscious fragrance fills the air,
A tempting treat, beyond compare.

Juicy orbs in baskets piled,
Nature's gift, by fingers styled.
Dipped in sugar or on shortcakes laid,
A summer's feast, an escapade.

A burst of sweetness with every bite,
A ruby-red delight, a pure delight.
From morning sun to evening moon,
Strawberries sing a blissful tune.

Tender kisses from the vine,
A taste of summer, so divine.
In each berry, a story untold,
Of sunlit days and love unfold.

So, celebrate the strawberry's grace,
Nature's confection, a warm embrace.
In every season, let them be,
A symbol of joy, eternally.

- DW Huth