Little Bluebell

I am a little Bluebell 

seeing the world as the

breeze tickles the trees ,

the birds sweep the air 

as fast as lightning and 

the sun sets down as  

The moon rises up and 

waves are high while  

The moonlight is bright. 

The wattle tree is as 

beautiful  as the night sky ,

The flowers smell like the finest honey. 

The birds are heard like the chirp and 

tweet of a baby duckling.