The trees serenaded the bluebells below
As a keen Spring breeze decided to blow,
All down the avenue a rhythm would beat
The bluebells were dancing absent of feet.

Around the corner alone they went
The bluebells had travelled as if they were sent,
No trees now to whisper their tune
As the blue troupe danced through the afternoon.

One yellow daffodil alone on a mound
Performed solo as the troupe moved around,
A few buttercups trying to join in the dance
Were smothered and lost their only chance.

White violets tried to take over
Weaving their way through leaves of clover
But the bluebells looked down on them
Dismissing this flower of lowly stem.

Then standing tall and swaying above
They created a picture so many would love
Entertaining all who arrived to see
The beauty nature provided for free.