Wildflowers lean where the hillside sighs,
sunlight stitched in lavender skies.
Miles of meadow and stories to sow,
hooves in the dew where little winds blow.
Hands full of moments we gladly keep,
roots in the earth, and promises deep.
A short, gentle farm-side poem for Lavender Jolly Acres.
Wildflowers lean where the hillside sighs,
sunlight stitched in lavender skies.
Miles of meadow and stories to sow,
hooves in the dew where little winds blow.
Hands full of moments we gladly keep,
roots in the earth, and promises deep.