Bluebells.

ODE TO THE BLUEBELLS

Ladies dressed in gowns of blue,
You've slept the winter season through.
Wake and take your pride of place
As maids of honour, maids of grace.

Ladies of the glades, arise
And wipe the sleep dust from your eyes.

Spring, the bride, in gay array,
Rejoices with the buds in May.
Slender fingers of the sun
Through bright green leaves - new life?s begun!
 
Ladies of the glades, arise
And wipe the sleep dust from your eyes.

The tinkle of your tiny bells
Resounding softly in the dells -
Lift up your heads, please don?t be shy.
Heed not the wind. It?s very sly.

Ladies of the glades, arise
And wipe the sleep dust from your eyes.

Maidens, with your rich, blue hue,
Replenish woodlands and renew
Winter's carpet of golden leaves
And nod your heads beneath the trees.

Ladies of the glades, arise
Look heavenward up to May's blue skies.

~ Josie Whitehead
Found at http://www.josiespoems.webeden.co.uk/#/ode-to-the-bluebells/4540544219