But in  new form, eternal come to be

Dried lavender shows us  death  in mystery
Not disappearance into dark cold  earth
But in new form,eternal come to be

Yet this lavender did not bear its fruit
Left no seeds to show the world its worth
Dried lavender shows what  darkness can allow

Cut down  now are the many by the few
So into darkness flows the bloody  truth
Leaves no  tragic fragrance to pursue.

Into the  sky, an  owl  and a curlew
Rise as if on wires from  central earth
The  heather filled with bees sent fragrance too.

The delicate wild flowers will rise anew
May no plodding foot prevent  re-birth
Only  humming  bees and insects see

Let no human blast them with a curse
Rather let  us will to love and bless.
The  lavender, the rosemary and rue
Leave a lasting  image   for the few