Lavenders

Lavenders are falling down

Lavenders are on the ground

The healing scent

Torn and bent

With no way of knowing

The danger is growing

Nature is failing, fire grows

The rain hits harder, the harsh wind blows

The world’s unfair

Smoke’s in the air

But when all is lost

A new lavender grows

So, if we keep trying

Then we will know

The world will be better

If everyone tries

Lavenders of hope

Will fall from the sky.