Lavender fields stretching wide, Where the earth coats itself in violet, In the scent, my spirit dances, Melding with the warm sunset. Haunting echoes of the day, Crickets sing a lullaby, Each star a dream of yesterday, In the fading light, we sigh. Whispers of the breeze surround, Carrying tales from far and near, In the heart of nature’s bounty, Every song brings forth a tear.

• Marina Tsvetaeva