Heather P Wilson - Following Nature lyrics

The trees serenaded the bluebells below As a keen Spring breeze decided to blow, All down the avenue a rhythm would beat The bluebells were dancing absent of feet. Around the corner alone they went The bluebells had travelled as if they were sent, No trees now to whisper their tune As the blue troupe danced through the afternoon. One yellow daffodil alone on a mound Performed solo as the troupe moved around, A few bu*tercups trying to join in the dance Were smothered and lost their only chance. White violets tried to take over Weaving their way through leaves of clover But the bluebells looked down on them Dismissing this flower of lowly stem. Then standing tall and swaying above They created a picture so many would love Entertaining all who arrived to see The beauty nature provided for free.