Strawberries

Past the new leaf

Turning over the jagged new leaf,
So dangerous looking,
So soft and green.
Changes giving my soul relief.
And hidden underneath
That dangerous leaf
I find a single precious truth.
Beautiful, and sweet to my soul.


Theivery

I'm sorry Mom, I couldn't help it,
They were such lovely shade of red,
They glistened in the summer sunlight,
Their scent quite litr'ly went to my head.

I thought perhaps I'd taste their sweetness,
Just one to see if they were good,
I thought that it would be a service,
Surely Jam mustn't taste like wood!

That one quite overpowered me.
It's juciness, it's delicate taste,
Were so wonderfully ripe and fresh,
Surely one more wouldn't be a waste?

Well, to make a long story short Mom,
One became a very great many.
Unfortunately, to my surprise,
When I looked again there weren't any.

And so Mother dear I must admit,
I ate your lovely sweet strawberries,
I hope you aren't terribly mad,
Because I also ate your cherries.