In fields where lavender whispers to the night,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery light,
A symphony of purple dreams takes flight,
A tranquil dance, so gentle, so light.

The stars above, they twinkle and gleam,
Casting a glow on this serene dream,
The lavender sways in a rhythmic stream,
A lullaby of peace, it would seem.

Fragrant winds carry secrets untold,
Stories of love, both new and old,
In the embrace of lavender, soft and bold,
Hearts find peace, and spirits unfold.

As dawn approaches, the magic remains,
In the lavender fields, where beauty reigns,
A timeless tale in nature’s domains,
Of whispered dreams and gentle refrains.