In the writing titled “Strawberries” written by Katharine Y. I felt happy and warm about the creamy lemon sunlight and the thick frosting left me feeling like I was basking in a warm beam of light being wrapped in the most comfy blanket in the world. That poem makes it feel like you are in a bakery filled with the sweetest cakes and cupcakes. It makes you float off into thinking how good the velvet cupcakes taste with thick cream cheese, just waiting to be piped into them. Even if you don’t like the taste of velvet or cream cheese it will still make your mouth water. It starts to give more of a crisp feeling as it starts to say, “Water runs, a knife flashes like silver and cuts cleanly through strawberries.” Then it begins to build up delicious a strawberry will be by saying “Deep scarlet strawberries, bright and glistening with droplets under the afternoon sunlight. I pick up the largest, reddest strawberry and take a bite.” All to crush it back down by saying, “It’s sour.”