In fields where lavender gently sways,
Beneath the golden sunlit rays,
Soft whispers dance upon the breeze,
A fragrant lull, a sweet release.
The purple hues, a calming sight,
Paint the horizon with gentle might,
As bees hum softly, lost in trance,
In natureâs gentle, rhythmic dance.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
Lavender fields hold secrets true,
Of dreams that wander far and wide,
In the violet sea where hopes reside.
As twilight falls, the colors blend,
A peacefulness that seems no end,
In lavender’s embrace, we find,
A quiet solace, pure and kind.