Shifting, bending, building her heart
Exhaling incense, honoring grace.
Efflorescence comes to Lavender’s branch;
She bows her head in devotion.
With warm fingertips, the benevolent sun
Lifts Lavender’s chin and says —
It’s your divine purpose to fully express the depths of our soul.
Passing life through bees,
Scattering seeds like words to the wind
For Gaia to choose
How she will live forever.