Tread
softly the woodland bluebell carpet
Audacious
and proud they cover the ground
As
if longing to meet your hand's caress
Perfume
so potent it follows you around
Squirrels
dance like fairies amongst them
Seemingly
conscious of their delicate stance
Nuts
secreted under and round them
There
to be foraged at the first chance.
Blackbirds
singing, chorus enchanting
Echoing
loud from canopy to ground
Hopping
through bluebells, seeing the squirrels
They
quickly fly off where they can't be found
I
love to walk the woodland seasons
Bluebells,
wildlife, leaves and trees
Snowdrops,
daffodils, bracken, birdsong
Thrilling
the senses an ethereal tease
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