Spend time with me by the bluebells.
They look so beautiful,
Just as you do and should know.
I want to be with you by bluebells.
I want us to look beautiful together,
Just like bluebells do.
I really do love bluebells.
They come with childhood memories.
So walk with me through the bluebells.
I wish you could see their beauty in me.

The purple haze
of heather had
dwindled in the sunshine.
Bluebells were breaking too,
their florets a flutter.
Smoggy incense rolls in
off the horizon smoking
over the crumbled mountaintops,
their peaks unable to break the surf.