Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
The lavender fields whisper secrets of old.
A symphony of purple waves, they flow,
In tales of love and dreams untold.

The gentle breeze carries their scent,
A fragrance of peace and calm they send.
Each petal, a story of moments spent,
In the embrace of nature, hearts mend.

Stars above, like diamonds scattered,
Watch over the lavender’s gentle sway.
In this serene night, nothing else mattered,
As the world paused, in a tranquil ballet.

Come morning, the sun will kiss the blooms,
But for now, under the moon’s soft light,
The lavender fields, in their fragrant plumes,
Whisper dreams into the silent night.