Cookoo's Nook where the bluebells grow <br />Amidst the April woodland, <br />Beside the muddy pathway <br />Winding through the trees. <br /> <br />Sunlight shines between the branches <br />Slowly budding in the spring, <br />And flickers on the flowers <br />Bathing them in light. <br /> <br />Where autumn leaves did gently fall <br />So many weeks ago, <br />Now the winter chill has passed <br />Warmer days ahead. <br /> <br />As I walk along in wonder <br />I step around the puddles, <br />Formed by heavy showers <br />While the diamond tears. <br /> <br />Rest upon the the stems and petals <br />The woodland floor so blue, <br />I hear the birds start singing <br />Music fills the air.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuckoo-s-nook/
