I stepped into the Bluebell Wood

Tiny Blue, Pink, and White Bells

Protected beneath ancient English Oaks

Branches outstretched

Dressed in green leaves

Stepping where we walked

Laughed, loved, talked

Fragrance envelopes me

Filling my heart space

Shimmering grieving beauty

Enfolded in the healing arms

Gentle, powerful Gaia.

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