Sun yawns and rises to greet the day,
The whisper of the trees reminds me,
Of a beautiful place not far away.
Bluebells smiling at my feet,
In the distance water ripples,
Flows along, a sound so sweet.
These sights and sounds are oh so rare,
But when you hold them deep inside you,
Close your eyes, and you are there.
Early morning, nature wakes,
I walk along through fields of bluebells,
A stroll my mind can always take.
Walk with me, stand by my side,
Arm in arm we'll stroll together,
In bluebell woods where we reside....
