They drift those blues on the rift
Bluebells sway in the wind,
mark new birth onto earth
Leafs yellow taken back to base
Preparing for the next,
blooming cycle embrace
There every year,
Spring soaking up the sun,
storing energy for when,
Winter comes
Bulb alive under the earth
Waiting to bloom again,
complete rebirth

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney