BITSY BLUE BLISS                         

A LONG TIME AGO, IN A FARAWAY PLACE

LIVED THE SWEETEST BLUE BIRD, WITH THE SWEETEST BLUE FACE.

BITSY BLUE BLISS WAS THE LITTLE BIRDS NAME

AND “RAINBOW RAIN FOREST” IS FROM WHERE SHE CAME.

ONE DAY LITTLE BITSY LOOKED OUT IN DISTRESS

AND SAW THAT HER FOREST WAS IN QUITE A MESS.

THE TREE THAT SHE LIVED IN (A PURPLE STRIPED PALM)

WAS THE ONLY ONE LEFT, ALL THE OTHERS WERE GONE.

THE SAWS HAD ALL BUZZED THEM, THE AXES HAD CHOPPED

SHE YELLED, “PLEASE DON’T HURT THEM!” BUT NO ONE HAD STOPPED.

SHE DIDN’T KNOW HOW, ONLY KNEW THAT SHE MUST

SAVE THAT LAST LONELY TREE BEFORE THEY TURNED IT TO DUST.

SHE HOPPED LIMB TO LIMB, SHE COLLECTED SOME SEEDS,

PUT THEM SAFE IN A PURSE POD, HID THEM SAFE IN SOME WEEDS.

SHE WENT TO HER FRIENDS, TOLD HER MOM AND HER DAD

“I’M LEAVING THE FOREST BUT PLEASE DON’T BE SAD.

 I’M TAKING THESE SEEDS SOMEWHERE THEY CAN GROW

JUST WHERE THAT PLACE IS, I DON’T REALLY KNOW.”

“I DO KNOW I DON’T WANT TO LIVE IN A PLACE

WHERE PURPLE STRIPED PALM TREES CAN NEVER FEEL SAFE.”

WITH HUGS AND WITH KISSES THEY ALL SAID GOOD BYE

AND WITH PURSE POD HELD TIGHTLY OFF BITSY DID FLY.

SHE LET THE WIND BLOW HER OVER MOUNTAINS AND RIVERS

THROUGH DESERTS AND SNOWSTORMS THAT GAVE HER THE SHIVERS.

AFTER MANY DAYS FLYING, ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT,

BITSY BLUE BLISS SAW A SHINY BRIGHT LIGHT.

SHE WONDERED, WHAT IS ALL THAT BRIGHT LIGHT ABOUT?

I BETTER GO SEE, I SHOULD CHECK IT OUT.

WHEN BITSY BLUE LANDED HER SWEETEST BLUE FACE

LIT UP LIKE A CANDLE, SHE HAD FOUND THE RIGHT PLACE.

THE SKY WAS AS BLUE AS SWEET BITSY’S FACE

AND LIGHT DANCED LIKE DIAMONDS ON EVERY WET PLACE.

THE RAINDROPS THAT FELL TASTED SWEET, JUST LIKE CANDY

AND THE SOFT NEW GREEN GRASS ON HER FEET FELT JUST DANDY.

I THINK THIS IS JUST WHAT MY PRECIOUS SEEDS NEED

THIS EARTH IS SO RICH THEY WILL GROW WITH GREAT SPEED.

DAY AFTER DAY BITSY WATERED AND WEEDED

SHE DID ALL SHE COULD, GAVE THOSE SEEDS ALL THEY NEEDED.

MANY YEARS LATER WHEN THE TREES HAD ALL FLOURISHED

RAISED BY DEAR BITSY, TENDED AND NOURISHED

A MIGRATING BLUE BILL STOPPED IN THE NEW FOREST

HE HEARD BITSY’S STORY, HE JUST COULDN’T IGNORE IT.

EVERY PLACE BLUE BILL STOPPED, HE TOLD BITSY’S TALE

SOON OTHER BIRDS WANTED TO SAVE TREES THAT WERE FRAIL.

FROM UP AND FROM DOWN, FROM HERE AND FROM THERE

BIRDS BROUGHT NEW SEEDS, PLANTED EACH WITH GREAT CARE.

NOW BITSY BLUE’S FOREST IS THE BEST IN THE LAND

THE ONLY GREAT FOREST WHERE THESE SPECIAL TREES STAND.

ALL THANKS TO DEAR BITSY, WHO GAVE IT HER ALL

TO GIVE PURPLE STRIPED PALM TREES A PLACE TO STAND TALL.

The End