A change takes place within a glade
As bluebells push up in the shade.
    Beneath the newly budded trees
    They swim in never-ending seas.

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Their perfume fills the clear spring air
The human nostril to ensnare.
    Their violet heads hang shyly down;
    On gusty winds they seem to frown.

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How can we humans fail to see
The promise of eternity
    As the bluebells die but rise again
    And proudly smile through sun and rain?

 

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