Lavender

In fields of purple, gently swaying

, Lavender blooms, its fragrance playing.

A symphony of calming scents,

In nature's canvas, time is well spent.

Beneath the sun's warm golden glow, Lavender dances, row by row.

Each delicate petal, a stroke of grace,

In this fragrant haven, a sacred place.

With whispers soft, it tells its tale,

Of ancient lands and moonlit dale.

A healer's touch, a soothing balm, Lavender's charm, a tranquil calm.

In gardens tended with tender care, Lavender thrives, beyond compare.

Its essence captured in oils and brews,

A remedy for souls to soothe.

So let us wander, lost in dream,

Where lavender fields forever gleam.

In every breeze, its secrets rise,

A timeless ode beneath the skies.