In fields where purple dreams do dance,
Lavender whispers in gentle trance.
The breeze carries its calming song,
A lullaby where hearts belong.
Beneath the sun’s warm, golden glow,
Lavender’s beauty begins to show.
Each bloom tells tales of peace and grace,
In nature’s quiet, sacred space.
The scent, a balm for weary souls,
In fragrant waves, it softly rolls.
A touch of heaven here on earth,
Where lavender finds its gentle birth.
As twilight paints the sky with hues,
Lavender dreams in evening’s muse.
A field of wonders, vast and wide,
Where peace and beauty gently hide.