Strawberries and Cream

It’s getting heavier,
With each passing day,
But if I really try,
I can remember in all this,
Sitting in the green fields,
Laughing under willow trees,
And enjoying, savering, the taste
of strawberries and cream…

I’m trying to look after you,
You’re so helpless way out here,
But when we taste the lembas,
I can’t help but think of years,
Surronded by new flowers, the smell of rich soil,
And eating so delightfully, those strawberries,
and cream.

I miss you, really I do,
And I’m so alone in the midst of all this,
the king looks to me, to be brave,
And I try to be. But I still keep remembering,
As I nibble these meats,
Afternoons on the banks of the river in autumn,
That fresh, strawberries and cream.

I’m the smallest of the small, here,
Yet the only one who’s lonely,
What are you doing, I wonder,
I sample some fruits,
But there’s too many pits,
And then I think back,
To lazy mornings by the hills,
Licking my lips at the sweet taste,
Of strawberries and cream.

When hope fails and rain falls,
When nothing is right, so it seems,
Remember the sweetness of robbin calls,
Remember the strawberries and cream.