My Strawberry Plant

Under the silver shafts of moonlight,
Beneath a million twinkling stars,
A new green leaf slowly unfurls,
Overhead, fly the silent nightjars.

Deep beneath lies the dark underworld,
Crawling creatures creep through compost and decay,
Its tentacles, like an octopus, twist and turn,
Seeking moisture through the dry, hard clay.

In the morning the dew droplet forms,
Dappled sunlight touches the ground,
Mud and gumboots, watering can,
As the liquid water sprinkles on the mound.

And there under the dark green leaf,
A ruby red, delicious berry,
Drooping and hanging from its thin stalk,
At last, on my plant, a scrumdiddlyumptious strawberry!