Despite misfortune and dark days lavender carries on,

No matter what it will become the sage of the flowerbed,

It stands as a wolf amongst sheep, a plant of passion. 

With its head held high it carries on,

It grows past the barrier of indecency,

It takes root in hopelessness,

It is the long awaited savior to the flowers, 

It is the ruler they required.

It has no rage, no flaws,

It is as benevolent as the sun,

Despite the poverty of the flowerbed it grows,

As it grows it shows the flowers their luxury. 

From the bluest waters it grows,

Despite the heat of the sun, it blossoms,

As the days pass the flowers listen and accept lavender,

As years fly by he becomes the unanimous king,

The king of the flowerbed.

The one who worked to improve the flowers,

The one they only recently realized faced untold horrors,

Lavender mastered the rose's thorns and rosemary's potential,

Shaped the two unlikely allies into inseparable friends.