I am a food item with over seven thousand varieties, Green with envy, but I'm actually red, 'cause I'm only green with granny smith. Add cherry to my name and I pack a sweet new punch, Add an animal to my name, and I come in jams and munch.

Crystal white, On winter streets, Seasons sorrow, On pouting cheeks?

A gentle rise and fall, a dancer at sea's edge, whispering greetings to the shore, yet never speaks a word.

Whisper of the waves, Luck's curved golden horn in sand, Holds ocean's secrets.

I'm the only fruit with my seeds on the outside, a fact many find strange and can't hide. I'm a member of the rose family, though I'm not a flower you see. Though red and sweet, I am not a true berry, but a treat that makes people very merry.