To lavenders!

You pretty lavenders,

I heard about you eons ago,

you do not grow where I grew and wandered,

so now your seeds I sow.

Your distinct, sweet and enchanting smell,

i cannot miss- i cannot even resist,

while you waver to and fro in the breeze,

you fill my nostrils and my internals tend to freeze.

I cannot compare you to those honeysuckles,

you are tiny flowers yet you smell more divine,

and you spread your love beyond time,

that i value each little bud on your stalk.

if i dream of wonders at night,

with just a jarful of you near me-I surrender,

it surely must be heaven on earth,

to sleep in a field full of you pretty lavenders!