Bluebell Wood

I am here for me

To take some time

To sit and rest

The trees welcome me

With open branches

I thank them

As I take my place beneath

Their mighty boughs

The Birch calls to me

With it’s silvery bark

And bright green leaves

The sun shines through them

As the breeze has them dancing

Making their own rustling song

I watch the moving dappled shadows

On my pages as I write

Bluebells surround me

Swaying in the breeze

Fighting for place with the wild garlic

Their white heads standing proud

I think of seeing the world for the first time

What that must be like

Thoughts turn to Grace

The love and gratitude I have

To be able to introduce her to the magic

Of our planet

And to witness her awe

I want her to know it

So she can reach out for adventure

And calm

When needed

To know it can always be found

In nature

When I think of a bluebell wood

This is what I imagine

I am sat cacooned within

That perfect image

I see a fairy in my minds eye

He has a bluebell as a hat

Perched on his blond hair

And holds garlic flowerheads

As a gift

I lay down and feel so welcome

My whole body is exhausted

I am invited to rest

I look up through the trees

Watching the light as it changes

I turn my head to see a lilac dragon

Looking back at me

A single flower amongst the waves of bluebells

It's mouth open, with two tufts for ears

A friendly dragon, no fire exists

Though the sun shines through

Inviting an ember

An early purple orchid

Lesser Celedine

Stands out amongst the blue

Shining in yellow glory

I close my eyes

My body sinks into the earth

I am at peace

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