Norwegian Tree at Strawberry Field

In the midst of the field, where the strawberries hide,
Stands a Norwegian tree, with branches wide.
Rooted deep in the earth, with berries at its feet,
A sentinel of the north, in this retreat.

Norwegian tree, in a strawberry field,
Where the wild winds blow and the birds all yield.
With leaves that whisper, in the summer's breath,
It stands alone, in quiet depth.

Its bark tells stories, of fjords and snow,
While surrounded by fruit, that in sunshine glow.
A fusion of worlds, so distant yet near,
The tree and the field, both hold dear.

The scent of pine, mingles with sweet air,
A melody of nature, beyond compare.
In this tranquil haven, time stands still,
Under the Norwegian tree, life is tranquil.
(Norwegian tree, life is tranquil)
(Norwegian tree, life is tranquil)

Norwegian tree, in a strawberry field,
A symbol of strength, that will never yield.
Its roots may wander, far beneath the ground,
But with the strawberries, its heart is bound.

So here we'll sit, and let our thoughts unfurl,
Under the Norwegian tree, in a strawberry world.
Where every leaf and berry, tells a tale,
In the strawberry field, where love prevails.
