The morning welcomes you with its crisp light air.
It is the start of a new season.
Your bare feet feel at awe with each bead of dirt beneath.
They crave more as you linger away from your start.
The dense fog now clouds your reason.
What to do now? There is so much to lure you.
Pine, tall grass, last night’s rain, and new buds just blooming.
You pick out the loveliest to pull you away.
Step by step, the path narrows and straightens.
The sounds soften as the aroma of the forest is forgotten.
You stop and remember this is your day.
Just ahead, growing is lavender and so much of it.
At first, they all blend and become one, appearing to all be the same.
But then there’s that one. The one with the most beauty
You continue toward it, your steps swift and careful.
You reach for it, stretching surpass what you ever imagined.
With the lavender in hand, protecting it is now your duty.