In the morning’s gentle embrace,
The scent of dew on grass, so pure,
Whispers tales of yesteryears,
And dreams that still endure.

The fragrance of the blooming rose,
Carries secrets on the breeze,
Echoing laughter, tears, and hope,
From times we wish to seize.

The ocean’s salty, briny breath,
Reminds us of adventures bold,
Of distant shores and endless quests,
And stories yet untold.

In every whiff, a piece of past,
In every scent, a tale to tell,
The whispering aroma of memories,
That in our hearts forever dwell.