Spring is changing the nip in the air.
Buds thrusting shades of green everywhere, with flowers waiting in mass to appear, it is my time.
When in the woods bluebells open their bells, to spread seas of blue and heavenly perfume,
Wafting around to remind you and me, of our childhood and bluebell gathering times.
Not today as we have to protect wildflowers everywhere.
So future generations will enjoy, what is still here in my time.
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