Bluebell

Fictional Poem (one flower speaking about another flower)

Bluebell in her bonnet is such a pretty flower

I like to gaze upon her hour after hour

She casts a tiny shadow upon the garden wall

It carries thru to summer,winter,spring and to the fall

Her perfume is so beautiful,a bouquet that is blue

I like to enjoy the fragrance,of this it is so true

She's a blossom that has bloomed and I hope to see her soon

And spend the day together, whatever is the weather