Bluebell Wood

Written by: Jemmy Farmer

Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
Each one echoing a late spring breeze,
The ethereal blue reaches far and wide,
Rippling just like the ocean’s tide.

The first signs of summer tease,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
To welcome the season of the sun,
The bluebells sing each and every one.

And children dream of a sandy beach,
The summer fun is in their reach,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
These sunny days a silent reprise.

Mystic rhymes to call the fae,
In this wooded realm where fairies play,
Enchantments bring a gentle ease;
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees.





Form: Emphat, Emphat