The Sweet Strawberry

Strawberries in the garden grow,

Red and juicy, bright.

Nestled in the leaves below,

They’re a pure delight.

Picked with care, we hold them close,

Their sweetness is the best.

In shortcakes, jams, or with a toast,

They’re loved from east to west.

Heart-shaped treasures, oh so fine,

A summer's sweet romance.

Dipped in chocolate, oh divine,

They make our taste buds dance.

In fields of green, with sun above,

We gather them with cheer.

Strawberries, a fruit we love,

Brings happiness each year.

 

The Plump Blueberry

 

In the fields, where blueberries grow,

Plump and round and sweet.

Little gems of indigo,

A summertime treat.

Picked from bushes, one by one,

They fill up baskets quick.

Underneath the summer sun,

We gather each plump pick.

In pancakes, muffins, or fresh pies,

Their flavor bursts with glee.

A bowl of them is no surprise,

Pure joy for you and me.

Healthy, tasty, small and blue,

A berry we adore.

Each bite a taste of morning dew,

We always want some more.

 

The Cheerful Banana

 

Bananas hanging in a bunch,

Yellow, firm, and bright.

Perfect for a quick, sweet lunch,

Or a snack at night.

Peel away the sunny skin,

Soft fruit underneath.

A tasty treat that makes you grin,

Brings joy with every teeth.

In smoothies, pies, or just alone,

Their flavor is divine.

A tropical delight well-known,

A favorite of mine.

From jungle trees, they make their way,

To markets far and near.

Bananas bring a sunny day,

And lots of fruity cheer.

 

The Juicy Apple

In an orchard, apples grow,

Red and green, they glisten.

Hanging high and swinging low,

To a crisp bite, we listen.

Crunchy, sweet, and sometimes tart,

A healthy, tasty treat.

Picked from trees, they fill our cart,

With flavors so complete.

Baked in pies or sliced to share,

Their goodness is a prize.

An apple a day, beyond compare,

Keeps the doctor wise.

In autumn’s breeze, they gently fall,

A harvest rich and grand.

To eat them fresh or not at all,

Is nature’s simple plan.

 

The Playful Puppy

In the yard, a puppy plays,

With a wagging tail so fast.

Chasing balls and running free,

Joy that’s sure to last.

He digs and sniffs and rolls around,

In the grass so green.

With floppy ears and sparkling eyes,

A happier pup you've never seen.

He barks and yips with pure delight,

At butterflies and birds.

Exploring every nook and cranny,

With excited little words.

At night he cuddles in his bed,

A tired little fur.

Dreaming of his playful days,

With a contented purr.

 

The Busy Bee

Buzzing round the garden blooms,

A bee works all day long.

Gathering nectar, making honey,

Humming her sweet song.

From flower to flower, she never stops,

With wings that gently flutter.

A tireless worker in the hive,

In sunshine or in clutter.

Her stripes of gold and black do shine,

A pattern so unique.

She carries pollen on her legs,

A yellow, dusty streak.

At night she rests her tiny wings,

In the hive so warm.

Dreaming of the fields of flowers,

Until the early morn.