Bluebell Wood

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