Bluebell Woods

Come walk with me through bluebell woods

and see the proof of God's sweet love.

Long rays of sunlight trickling down

among the trees in search of ground.

A piece of heaven here below,

creation at its best on show.

With perfume drifting on the breeze,

to guide us through the deep blue sea.

Bright sapphires dance in flickering light,

when silent butterflies take flight.

And echoes of a distant thrush,

we know that He is here with us.

Bluebell Wood

Robert Tyndall

(1908)

"Bluebell Woods"

A poem by Elizabeth Mason