The Harebell Song

Can you the hear the harebells ringing?  Softly chiming, softly singing?

See them through the magic rain, purple crowns upon a chain.

Do you smell the flower’s mirth – all the ancient scents of earth?

Touch the silver-gilded leaves, waltzing in each wayworn breeze.

Like the flower, taste the air. Breathe the sunlight hanging there.

Cradled in its purple keep, follow it through fields of sleep

As ever, in the dark it tells: hear them! Hear the ringing bells!

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This great prompt from http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com

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