Bluebells Are a Ringin'

Bluebells are a ringin' and springin' up like kites. Thyme is rustling along, glimpsing at dazzling sights. Fox tails are a wagin' in the breeze, zig-zagin', strutting their charisma, to be petted beggin'. Roses are perfuming, famous scent resuming, competing with nearby lilac flowers blooming. Be still, my bleeding heart, absorb these works of art. Listen to the thistle, performing like Mozart. Healing beets are thrumming; tulips pressed are humming. Flower petals tapping together are drumming. Tune to trillium thrice and heed sound, sage advice. Lettuce be thankful for song birds-of-paradise. 2-4-2021