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