A change takes place within a glade

As bluebells push up in the shade.

     Beneath the newly budded trees

     They swim in never ending seas.


Their perfume fills the clear spring air,

The human nostril to ensnare.

     Their violet heads hang shyly down;

     On gusty winds they seem to frown.


How can we humans fail to see

The promise of eternity

     As the bluebells die but rise again

     And proudly smile through sun and rain?



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