Some berries and a giraffe's kiss

 
Let me take you to a divine place
where strawberries blush and interlace.
In the heart of the savannah they bloom
soft whispers of life in nature’s room.

The rain falls warm, like a lover's sigh.
A tender caress from a generous sky.
Its drops linger embracing the earth
feeding the fields where beauty finds birth.

The light, so cool, shimmers and plays,
casting shadows in intricate arrays.
A gentle balm to the heat’s embrace
illuminating dreams in this secret space.

Feel the pulse of the land, its steady beat,
The rhythm of life beneath your feet.
Savannah winds weave stories untold
of ancient spirits and hearts made bold.

Walk with me through ruby red rows.
Where the sweetness of fruit eternally flows.
Taste their essence in the sun’s delight.
A fusion of day and the mysteries of night.

The horizon stretches endless and wide.
A golden stage where worlds collide.
Here, earth and sky find harmony’s tune.
A song of strawberries under the moon.

Let us linger where the rain is kind
and light speaks softly to hearts aligned.
In the savannah’s cradle life unfurls
a treasure of strawberries and endless pearls.

Forever bound to this haven’s grace
where warmth and coolness share embrace.
Oh, strawberry fields' a love’s retreat
in the arms of the savannah so soft and sweet.