I am going to call it bluebell wood
The sun will shine through the trees,
with a gentle breeze
Laying on the crisp and crinkled bark
When I open my eyes,
the sun will be beating down from the skies
My hand drops down,
it's the bluebells it has found
This is where I will spend my time,
writing nearly every line
A gentle sway,
the bluebells carry me anyway,
through the woods back to base
I will return,
to see the bluebells wake at dawn
I will be there when the sunlight
hits the woods,
and the bluebells warm
Colours glow,
with the electric blue and purple show,
using only nature's energy to grow
My eyes will be closed relaxing in the sun
but I will know it is bluebell wood,
as my dream setting,
only makes me feel good

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney