A Land of Lavender Fields and Fire

Have you ever traveled towards sweet and fresh lavender fields?
Seeing a glimpse of the marvelous landscape a distance away.
Almost sensing the sweetness that will fill the air.
Have you ever been to a land too good to be true?
Ohhh, A cool yet to come breeze caresses my cheeks.

In the midst of smoldering heat are trudge on towards the Promised Land, my own sweat threatening to drown me.
We are at war.
The vision stands.
I will not give up.
Though flames lick every corner of my motherland I will keep on going, my groans will not be silenced.
We are at war.
The promise stands.
Let’s not give up.

Have you ever been in smoldering heat?
Travelling in the most serene coolness,
As the masses burn.
Have you ever come across a land
Where Hope and Foe live beyond the smoldering heat?
Foe having been helped up there by the masses,
Hope, relentlessly, climbing up there for the masses.

Sensing fiery emotions about to explode.
Sensing flowers about to bloom.

The heavens opened in front of me.
You could not even smell a whiff of smoke on Those with white hair in the spirit.
We pulled the masses to safety.
The old and the young groaning under burdens. Fire raging from and to the border line.
Ohhhh! The weak, the tired, the old trying to squash under the shadow of a leaf.
Ohhhh! The fire covering my precious motherland.

A vision of lavender fields afar off yet so near.
Have you ever travelled there?
Where lavender almost caresses your fingers as you walk the purple fields.
Every corner of my motherland covered in fineness.