As a plant

Lavender
The pride of purple
To be laid on the path of royals
To be hung on the tiara’s of queens
You’ll flourish better in the dry lands
Your potpourri, you will serve
You will witness matrimony, you’ll follow them home,
Talk to me when the sun falls on your hairy leaves
Whisper your fragrant requests to my petaled ears,
In your prayer time, a wretch finds you and finds hope
A child caresses you, and is tickled by the royalty of nature,
In that smile lies your answered prayers
In a man’s hand you will be an aromatic,
You will be oil, you will be medicine,
In my hand, you will be mine.
My wonderful wonder, natures wealth, human blessing,
You will be beauty, you will be the sparkle.

LARDO