Beneath the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Lavender fields whisper in grace,
A sea of purple, endless and wide,
Beckoning dreams, where secrets reside.
The nightingale sings a lullaby sweet,
As petals sway in rhythmic beat,
Moonlight dances on each bloom,
Weaving tales in the midnight gloom.
Fragrance of serenity, pure and divine,
Carries whispers through the pines,
In this haven, hearts find peace,
Where lavender’s touch brings gentle release.
Stars above, like diamonds in the night,
Gaze upon this tranquil sight,
Lavender fields, a soothing balm,
In their presence, the world is calm.