It is the time of bluebells <br />They flourish in England’s woods <br />Where elves weave their magic spells <br />While wearing little green hoods <br /> <br />If you enter the forest <br />You will see a sea of blue <br />A joy to any florist <br />But also to me and you <br /> <br />Did you know that they tinkle? <br />To hear them you must believe <br />In that old Rip Van Winkle <br />And be innocent and naïve <br /> <br />For only then can you be <br />Immersed in a magic world <br />Where you are finally free <br />And all your sadness is hurled <br /> <br />Into the far blue yonder <br />Where no person can wander<br /><br />Elia Michael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-time-of-bluebells/
