Bluebell Field

 

There is a corner within our thoughts

A place that’s like an inner shield

You may call it your happy place

I call my place Bluebell Field

 

It’s a tranquil place for when times get hard

Somewhere to go to ease your mind

Where you feel the warmth that’s all around

And it seems as though you’re tasting wine

 

When you start to get worried

And you feel that stress is at hand

Your fears may build themselves up

Leaving you not knowing where you stand

 

Perhaps you feel the strain of life

Or you may just need a place to hide

Instead of sliding along a random path

Sometimes its better to simply glide

 

Don’t rush around in your daily life

Living in a world of fear

Not knowing which way to turn

Not knowing the time of the month, or year

 

Wait for a while, time’s not in years

No, nothing quite so grand

Time, it’s in seconds and minutes

Just watch the clock hand

 

Relax yourself, just for a while

You’re going too far and too fast

There’s no need to worry as much as you do

All that you need is to look to the past

 

For when you start to grow weary

And you are starting to lose your shine

You can always return to your Bluebell Field

For another sip of the wine