A gentle breeze,
Washed over the leaves,
The branches swayed,
Warming rays broke through the canopy,
Guiding one on the way,
To come to a meadow,
Where the sky is blue,
With wild flowers of colour,
An aroma to,
A path that leads to a beautiful place,
Is there for you to choose,
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| Blue Bell Woods |
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