“Strawberry Moon”

The sickly sweet fruit,

Worms sought themselves to dig into the flesh,

A daring, rewarding feat for the bugs,

The rodents, and the dirtied,

How could they not wish for the lovely sensation?

Of sucrose,

of this fruitful harvest?

I won't let them,

This derma doesn't deserve the filth of cruel nature,

But the gentle hands of a child;

Those who need that sweetness most.