Tag: bluebells

As waves on oceans So music converts motion Into emotion

The first bluebells sound Chiming under the coppice They toll for the spring

Sticky cleavers climb Bluebells chime, hailing spring time Fragment mint and thyme

Under spreading limes Can you hear the bluebells chime? With what do they rhyme?

So loosen the ropes A solitary drifter on The deep bluebell sea

Let go of your hopes And focus on what you have Before it is gone

As the years roll by Now I am flipped upside down Me replaced by we

Bluebell buds begin Sometimes springtime sunshine shades Things I thought I thought

Keep reminding me To cherish the every day Before they are gone

Perfect purple bells Tumble from the woodland floor Where did they come from?

Gentle purple clouds The same scent our fathers smelt Floats through the woodland