Lavender

• Olivia Pratico, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

Lavender is the rose’s petal, wet with dew from the night’s merciless storm.

Lavender is the first laughter of a baby, cozy in its wooden cot and its family sigh with relief.

Lavender is a nebulae frozen in time, magnificent against the endless black depths of the universe, mysterious and wonderful.

Lavender is an asteroid with a rainbow trailing behind it as it pursues a comet across the sky.

Lavender is waiting like the brown bear hibernating while waiting for spring.

Lavender is a shining amethyst, deep within a mine, waiting to be found by an un-expecting miner.

Lavender is lavender, solemn in the light breeze, with the threatening buzzing of a thousand bees.