Bluebell Wood

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