Bluebells

A flower of delight A flower of the night Beautiful and bright Spread in a field with no end in sight It's music ringing a symphony of bells One might think it's blue Get you down with no way through But the mighty flower is a symbol of consistency For the people a symbol of piety Their strength is in their humilty It's the North Star for humanity It's scent imbued with spirituality It can be gifted a show of gratitude Its resilient it's silent it's astute It's color distinct at a glance Grabs your attention without a word or mention Its physical beauty one of perfection It encapsulates joyous emotion A sharp lance of elation A fantastical sense of jubilation A flower of modesty Not a tether to modernity One that transends the bounds of history A writer's flower for fantasy A bluebells chorus of harmonic symphony