Tuesday, June 17, 2014

A Lavender Poem

Gardens of lavender under the golden sun,
swaying in the breeze and having fun.

Bees hover on them all day long,
humming a tune and singing a song.

Standing erect with others of its kind,
woven into wreaths so delicately twined.

The air is scented with its sweet smell,
I lay enchanted under its magic spell.

Great are its uses, good to our health,
What a fine flower to have, it is indeed my wealth.

© 2014 Abhijit Pandit