Let the lavender grow
in your heart.
Let it blossom
and manifest it's
roots deep within
your own.
All of the others
that have died
merely tilled the soil,
making it palpable
enough, making it strong.
Making you strong.
You are more than the weeds,
the broken pots,
the discarded seeds.
You withstood
so many winters,
and survived
the hottest summers.
You are a harvest
meant to be cherished.
