In fields of heather

Up to my waist

in purple heather

there is independence

beauty worthy of admiration

fulfillment of a dream

amulet of protection

White heather grows

where fairies flutter

and tears have fallen

changing purple to white

pure and innocent

Grief and sadness

mingle with the ancient

heartbreak and loss

wrapped in green

like a healing balm

spread over wounds

Brave as Thistles 2023 Lauri Cruver Cherian