The bellflower in the field was covered in dew,
Delicate and graceful, like a dream come true,
Its petals became pearls in the morning light,
Its scent - the beauty of a summer night.
Animals and birds would come to see
Its beauty, and admire it endlessly,
But an evil witch took it away,
To her castle, where it would stay.
The animals didn't give up, they went
On a quest to find the flower, and spent
Days and nights crossing mountains and valleys,
Overcoming many of their own personal maladies.
And the flower was returned to its place,
It became even more beautiful and full of grace,
It became a symbol of love and good,
For all who lived in the forest and the neighborhood.
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© Copyright: Ковалёва Марина, 2023
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