B is for Bluebell
Latin name: Hyacinthoides non-scripta
In woodlands deep, where shadows play,
The Bluebell blooms in shades of blue and gray.
Its slender stem, its petals fair,
In carpets thick, it paints the air.
With delicate bells that ring so clear,
It whispers secrets for all to hear.
Of ancient woods and hidden glades,
Where magic dwells beneath the shades.
In springtime's dance, it takes the stage,
A symphony of blue in every age.
With scent so sweet, it fills the air,
A fragrant spell beyond compare.
So if you wander in the dell,
Listen closely, you can tell,
The Bluebell's song, so soft and true,
Will guide the way to dreams anew.
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U is for Umbrella Thorn Acacia
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