Lavender Brown sees a hopeful trail.
It's serene with a bulb that cannot fail
with landmarks dotted in the distance,
invitingly to travelers at an instant.
She sees the greatness of a journey
with promises that keeps on burning
with a lamp aloft that greedily beckons
which riles the head like a bird while pecking.
Every piece of nature smiling,
a culture built on intrepid-ness piling
on the weariness of a trekker,
like a clipboard-toting checker.
She sees how soft is the mood
and feels the sleepiness of the brood
while a dazzling forecast for the way
marvels at what tidings forward are at play.
Lavender ventures to gravitate anew,
to outdistance her current cobblestone crew,
a member of which voiced for the few
welcoming her to her own cage in their zoo.
