In fields where lavender whispers to the sun,
A symphony of purple dreams begun.
The scent of calm in every gentle breeze,
A promise of peace among the trees.

Beneath the sky, so wide and blue,
The lavender blooms in every hue.
A canvas painted by nature’s hand,
A fragrant sea, so vast and grand.

Each blossom holds a story, untold,
Of summer days and evenings gold.
A lullaby sung by the night,
In fields of lavender, pure delight.

As twilight falls, the colors blend,
A purple world that seems no end.
In dreams, we wander through the haze,
In lavender fields, we lose our days.