It is the height of summer.
And all things radiate.
Spring's bee has become quite the hummer.
With the flowers, he celebrates.
A feast should be laid out for one so merry.
And so begins the crushing of the berries.

Their juices squirt and run.
Sparkling in the midday sun.
Inviting one and all to have a taste.
Nothing goes to waste.
Autumn must wait for the ripening of cherries.
Now it is the time for the crushing of berries.

Sticky and sweet on heated tongues.
The flower of summer has begun.
Some may be tart and bitter to eat.
But each one is orally elite.
The experience of their presence varies.
When it comes to the crushing of berries.