The Violet Hum

The air is thick with violet hue,
A gentle hum where sunlight lies,
And every bloom is dipped in dew,
Reflected deep within your eyes.

?The busy bees their treasure seek,
Within the purple, fragrant rows,
Their quiet journey, soft and meek,
Is like the steady love that grows.

This scent of quiet, calming fields,
Is sweeter than the richest wine,
A promise that the meadow yields,
That your whole presence is entwined.