In the midst of the bluebells,
My eyes open wide,
To the wonders around me,
In the woods here I find,
The buttercups grow,
Neath the old oak tree,
For everything there,
Is a pleasure to see,
I hear the church bells,
In the distance they chime,
These special surroundings,
Look so divine,
And as I walk home,
With bluebells in hand,
Never was there,
A more precious time,
Than this moment,
In Gods fair land.
Jayne Davies
Lovely poem Jayne, roll on spring when nature starts to come alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your lovely comments xx