Lavender Fields In the fields of lavender, the maiden walks. The sun is warm and it's rays glisten off the dew of the dawn. The birds sing their warbling melodies. A small chickadee flies to the maidens side as she reaches out her hand to touch it. The sky is a brilliant pallette of turquoise and shades of pastels. A gentle breeze softly carries the billowing clouds past the mountains. The maiden continues to walk through the tall swaying grasses in the meadow. Through the lavender flowers, exuding their soothing scents. Her gown of ruby red flowing out behind her. In the fields of lavender, the maiden walks. Copyright © 2004, Amber Allison Whitman