A tree tenderly stands by bluebells
one living with leaves
One with pretty petals
the tree is lightly looking all around and to the soft sky
whilst the bluebell so small in this world
looks to the other bluebells
and to the soft greens in this world
so small
seeing the bark of the tree
sighing as she isn’t seeing light leaves
bluebell can see parts of the tree
feels safe by what she knows to be a grounded strength
feeling small in this world
yet a feeling of being looked after
even without seeing the whole tree with its light leaves