In an isle near the Seychelles
Beyond the beach's fringe of shells
April's melting water swells
the nectar in the sweet bluebells
As bloom liquid to sun upwells
it is a flowing sunup well
Its fragrant drawing smell
does for bees break winter's spell
Their frenetic buzzling in the dell
ends in quiet guzzling in bluebells.
amazing write. So very well done. :-)