In fields where purple whispers bloom,
A gentle breeze carries their tune.
Under the sun’s warm, golden rays,
Lavender sways in tranquil ballet.
The scent of dreams softly unfurls,
Dancing in the air like tender pearls.
Each petal holds a secret song,
A melody where hearts belong.
Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
Lavender’s fragrance, stories told.
In its embrace, the world finds peace,
A lullaby that will never cease.
Through morning dew and twilight’s glow,
These fields of purple magic grow.
A symphony of dreams, aglow,
In lavender’s calm, we find our flow.