Its heady scent carried by the mistral
Perfuming the air near and far without ask
As provence blooms in arid midsummer
Drinking the sun, basking in prayer
One day pruned for new shoots
For nothing stays forever, such is life
So rejoice our place in the moment
When it’s time to take our leave
Go where the wind blows.
Noelle L, 18.07.2020
