Butterflies and bees drink from me.
I am called a Bluebell.
I wave in the wind.
I smell nice in the summer breeze.
People pick me to make bouquets
and weave my stems together to make
beautiful crowns and necklaces.
A fairy makes a tiny house in my bell.
I sleep all Winter long under the snow.
I wake up again in the glorious, good Spring.
- LAM, age 5
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