In the gentle hush of morning’s light,
A fragrance drifts with tender grace,
It weaves through dreams of sleepless night,
And lingers soft on time’s embrace.

The scent of rain upon the earth,
Awakens whispers of the past,
Each droplet sings of endless worth,
In fleeting moments, memories cast.

Among the blooms of springtime’s breath,
The air is filled with nature’s song,
A symphony that conquers death,
And carries souls of loved ones gone.

O fragrant breeze, with secrets old,
You tell the tales of life’s sweet lore,
In every scent, a story told,
Of love and loss forevermore.