Lavender Hearts

Misty evening settled,
As I braided gently,
The purple petals,
Adorned with the parsley leaves,
Blowing in the frail cold breeze.

Fragrant flowering scent,
Enchanted my soul,
 With the aromatic fragrance,
Like a young new foal,
Freshly bloomed folds.

White cotton stained yellow,
In the cocktail blue sky.
Floated up high hundreds in row,
Radiating the silverish strand glow.

The florals tickled my legs,
The pigeons cooed,
On a distant old tree,
And so did that egg me on,
To forage the birdies.

Following the sounds,
I reached there to find out,
Them building a sweet home,
For their babies so that they can grow,

Not having enough twigs,
Was the unfortunate thing,
But I knew how to make things right,
The idea clicked in my mind.

Rambling down the plain,
I took the flower braids,
And gave them a home with my art,
Of the lovely lavender hearts.