Bluebells
In April time a sea of blue,
A fragrant carpet 'tween the trees
Transforms the ancient woodland view
The silver birch and oak and yew
Have bright green growth as Spring decrees,
In April time a sea of blue
Saplings sailing on a sea of blue,
Their rigging waving in the breeze
Transforms the ancient woodland view
For centuries bluebells would strew
The forest floor and woodland leaze,
In April time a sea of blue
These fragrant flowers bedecked with dew,
Sparkling like waves upon the seas
Transforms the ancient woodland view
Alas, it's time to bid adieu
And leave the flowers to bumble bees.
In April time a sea of blue
Transforms the ancient woodland view
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2018
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