" Bluebell Woods" , a poem by Elizabeth Mason

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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 this

deep blue sea.

Bright sapphires dance in

flickering light,

while silent butterflies

take flight.

And echoes of a distant

thrush,

we know that He is here with us.

By Elizabeth Mason, KMC