A Sea of Colour
In the corner of the field,
Nothing ever seemed to grow.
The soil there too hard to yield,
So no seed did the farmer sow.
The winds though brought a visitor,
Who found the corner to it's taste.
It set roots to pierce the soil,
Too sheltered there, to go to waste.
And so it grew, to be revealed
It's seeds now spreading far and wide.
Spring brought forth a sea of colour,
As bluebells claimed the countryside.
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