The lavenders keep questioning me
While I sit on a rock starring them
"Are you here for the fragrance ?"
"Or for the color of the petals?"
Rain tasted sweet, I captured them in my wrist.
The lavenders again questioned me
"Did you know it will rain?"
"Or relishing the moment of surprise? "
The lavenders started falling down
And floated into unknown
I sat on the rock in despair
Searching the answers for next time.