in Englands ancient bluebell woods, in Spring

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Bluebell Woods by Distant Mind

 

 

In England's ancient bluebell woods, in Spring,

when eve'ning sunlight glimmers through the leaves,

a quiet soul might see a wondrous thing

and wonder at the magic beauty weaves.

While Blackbirds sing amidst the waking trees

and hoverflies dance lightly round the flowers,

swift-stepping lightly as a passing breeze,

the Unicorns appear for a few hours.

And there, in those most sacred floral vales,

they feast upon the bluebells till they're drunk

and dance and pirouette their horns and tails

until the setting sun is all but sunk,

and then, when its last rays are tinted blue,

they turn and bow, and quickly fade from view.

Done