Bluebells

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Day 44 366@40


Bluebells in the field,
Nature's colour does start,
Away from the drab,
Boost for your heart.

First sign of summer,
The winter does end,
Marvel at the bluebells,
Message Nature does send.

Now they are here,
Weather will get hot,
Chills in your bones,
So quickly be forgot.

Beauty in their design,
Colour a pure blue,
Shape of a bell,
The bluebells for you.


 
 
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