The seed of a strawberry 🍓

There's a strawberry seed

stuck

between my molars

this biting part of fructose tomorrows.

Sunward burning -

down my lashes,

salt inclines back into my eyes

-

quarried sea brine

refracted through pompous time;

my sunroof is spider-webbed by

summer's insights

spindled 'round

that

Strawberry seed:

stuck-

between my cleared out

molars, a strawberry seed

is stuck:

tomorrow,

through natural product found on roadside rises

strawberries might grow

Between my teeth

- there -

is stuck

a strawberry's seed

Certainly, here's an finishing lyric for your verse:

Underneath the canvas of stars, a story unfurls,

Where strawberries, like insider facts, nature holds.

From soil to teeth, the journey's followed,

A roadside orchestra, delightfully grasped.

As moonlight weaves through the whispering trees,

The strawberry's seed rests, carried by the breeze.

In dreams, it grows, a delicate shoot,

A confirmation to nature's unfaltering.

Within the cultivate of night, where stories are sown,

A berry's travel, unobtrusively known.

Tomorrow's guarantee in each seed,

A ageless cycle of nature's ideology.

So as first light whispers, a modern day's birth,

The strawberries' bequest, a testament to Soil.

Within the calm roadside, where stories breed,

A strawberry's travel, a lovely seed.