Bluebells

Bluebells carpet the woodland floor Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe Softly and quietly between them. Their beauty unlocks a woodland door With such colour of delicate blue, And a fragrance that is heaven sent. They droop their heads in the spring rain, With their beauty making all things new. Their magic weaves a pleasant spell A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze And floats delicately over the forest floor, Their fragrance creates a delicate smell. Nature now has all its beauty brought To the fore before summer casts its spell Delicate bluebells making spring so fine Their time on earth far too short.