Strawberry Fields Forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Describe to me your vision in which you feel and see
Strawberries, endless strawberries
Fields of forever fresh air
Where tranquility and silence overtake any sound you may come to hear
Colors pop out so bright, so bold
As the motions to pick one naturally begin to approach
Shiny red with a plastic-like glaze
It’s the perfect one to pick and taste
With a gentle touch you feel its ripe mush
While it melts in your mouth with a bittersweet taste
The color dull down with little sign of disgrace