The bluebells <br />Stand silently <br /> <br />Witnessing <br />Their green nature <br /> <br />Delicate chains <br />Of crisp bells <br /> <br />Weeping soft scents <br />Of an English spring <br /> <br />Draped carelessly <br />Around old oaks <br /> <br />Waves of blue <br />Sweeping down <br /> <br />Beneath <br />The coppiced hazels <br /> <br />To the valley <br /> Of the wildwood<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebells-or-memories-for-heaven/
