He sweetened in the Summer sun.
He ripened on a vine.
The rain caressed his cherry face,
This special friend of mine.
His lovely red was bright and fun.
With seeds in freckled form.
And he became a part of life,
When days were long and warm.
I know when you are very young,
Somethings are kind of scary.
But nothing beats the memory of,
That taste of you Strawberry.
