Bluebells

In April time a sea of blue, A fragrant carpet 'tween the trees Transforms the ancient woodland view The silver birch and oak and yew Have bright green growth as Spring decrees, In April time a sea of blue Saplings sailing on a sea of blue, Their rigging waving in the breeze Transforms the ancient woodland view For centuries bluebells would strew The forest floor and woodland leaze, In April time a sea of blue These fragrant flowers bedecked with dew, Sparkling like waves upon the seas Transforms the ancient woodland view Alas, it's time to bid adieu And leave the flowers to bumble bees. In April time a sea of blue Transforms the ancient woodland view