Delicate, beaming mysterious signals
Thumbing it’s nose up at the world
Bluebells
Bluebells, imitate sleeping
Guardians in the forest, colour ringing light
Insects reach out and pull the ropes
Deafened by the chimes, scamper away.
Bluebells, hiding under bushes
Imitating the slumber of creatures
Leaves, a corolla of shredded paper
Peaceful, undisturbed, lazy
Revelling in their hide and seek experience.
Bluebells, playing jokes, insisting
That they are not bluebells
Easily deluded, you begin to wonder
“What are Bluebells?” as you walk away
Then there’s merriment, there’s giggling
Like the sound of falling rain
This is lovely!
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Thank you
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Sweet. Just what I needed to start my day.
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I usually have cornflakes!?😀
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