Strawberry Fields
Strawberry Fields Forever...
Where the fruit was to be forbidden,But tasted by the tongue, Remembered by the lips, And quenched after forever. Where skin blushed, red like the berriesAnd seeds that spilled, grew.Even when water was scarce, And soil was poor. And with spring and sunlight The finest berries grew;And even on the most dampest of days,—still produced the sweetest fruit.