Lavenders

• Yashvi Patel, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2022

The lavenders stared at the Sun.
Spring has just begun.
The wind swooshed across the flower.
Like it had all the power.
The lavenders stood there like a soldier.
As if they would not get hit by a boulder.
One by one, they sway from left to right.
But they looked very tight.
Then suddenly, a bunch of tourists came.
They looked like they were taking a picture for a photo-frame.
The flowers thought they looked like models.
But they didn’t realise they were twaddles..
The Sun has set.
And they haven’t left yet.
It was Spring, that second.
“It was time for bed,” they reckoned.