Hold my hand let’s take a stroll
In the mystique bluebell woods
Where no one knows and no one looks
And dare not set one’s foot
Along a red pebbled gravel path
Hidden in a Bluebell sea
Leading to an unknown world
Of mystique, magical beings
Cobwebs lined with rhinestone dew
That is glinting in the light
Rolling fog in the distant groves
Hide so much from the sight
The busy squirrel, the buck, and the doe
Wait and listen to the breeze
The twitching nose of the wild rabbit smells
The scent of the wild sweet peas
The air is cool and thick with the scent
Of the Bluebells swarming around
The trees sway in the gentle breeze
Following the Bluebird’s sound
Moss lined rocks and cool shallow pools
Where schools of tiny fish swim
A knotty toad, aiming for an undoubting fly
Croaks and hides on a whim
The honey bees with pollen smeared backs
Buzzes around the blooms
Buttercups, daisies, and pretty primroses
Over these beauties, they loom
Hold my hand, my friend, as we stroll
Through these woods, towards the blue hilltops
In this mystique forest let’s standstill and feel
How for a moment the whole world stops