Cookoo's Nook where the bluebells grow
Amidst the April woodland,
Beside the muddy pathway
Winding through the trees.
Sunlight shines between the branches
Slowly budding in the spring,
And flickers on the flowers
Bathing them in light.
Where autumn leaves did gently fall
So many weeks ago,
Now the winter chill has passed
Warmer days ahead.
As I walk along in wonder
I step around the puddles,
Formed by heavy showers
While the diamond tears.
Rest upon the the stems and petals
The woodland floor so blue,
I hear the birds start singing
Music fills the air.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuckoo-s-nook/
