In fields of verdant hues, where vetiver grows,
A fragrant essence from the earth it shows.
From India’s soil, this grass does rise,
Its roots distilled, to yield the oil’s prize.

Vetiver, dear essence of tranquil dreams,
Inhale its scent, where peace silently streams.
To restful sleep, with gentle breath, incline,
In diffusers’ mist, let its essence entwine.

In days of chill, when winter’s breath draws near,
Vetiver’s warmth may soothe and steer,
A drop or two within your tea’s embrace,
In every sip, a winter’s grace.

When weary limbs bespeak a calming touch,
With coconut’s oil, blend vetiver’s clutch.
In massage’s gentle caress, find reprieve,
As tension fades, and calm we retrieve.

Immunity’s guardian, in a tiny cap enclosed,
Vetiver’s strength, within it, composed.
Two drops within, a defense arrayed,
In body’s fortress, its power displayed.

Thus, vetiver, from earth’s bosom born,
In myriad ways, its virtues adorn.
Restful sleep, immunity’s aid, a calming balm,
In vetiver’s essence, find serenity’s calm.