Watch the Bluebell Sing

In a meadow bathed in morning light,
Where whispers of the dawn take flight,
A bluebell stands with petals wide,
Its song a secret, softly sighed.

With hues of blue, so pure and bright,
It dances in the gentle breeze’s might.
Each note it sings, a melody,
A symphony of nature’s glee.

The sunbeams kiss its tender face
As dewdrops sparkle, leave no trace.
A chorus of the earth and sky,
In harmony, the bluebells lie.

Their song, a lullaby so sweet,
In fields where heaven and earth meet.
A serenade to those who hear,
The bluebell’s song, so pure, so clear

In the meadow, bluebells sway along.

Whispering secrets in a gentle song.   

Nature’s melody, pure and sweet,                                                             

A symphony where earth and sky meet.