Bluebell Wood
The smell of spring from my cottage window I taste
A newly formed leaf canopy covered in pastel paste
A carpet of bluebells brightens the land
Livens the forest as for winter it's bland
The bluebells in blend with a purple shade
Another marvel that nature's made
Her ability to bloom and flower her lands
As the tree's look down feeling proud and grand
As I close my eyes and picture Bluebell Wood
As I open my eyes, it looks as it should
An impressive sight on any spring day
Another creation in her portray
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