Juneberry

A tiny berry, sweet and bright, Grows on a bush, a summer's delight. Round and blue, a juicy treat, Juneberry taste, can't be beat. In early summer, they appear, A gift from nature, held so dear. Birds love them too, they sing and fly, Beneath the warm and sunny sky. Pick them gently, one by one, A simple pleasure, when day is done. In pies or jam, a lovely bite, Juneberry's magic, fills the light.