As the sun dips low, the evening air grows sweet,
With hints of jasmine, and memories we meet.
Each fragrant note, a whisper from the past,
A fleeting moment, too precious to last.

Beneath the moon’s glow, the night blooms awake,
Their scents entwined, a delicate bouquet.
Inhaling deeply, I find solace and peace,
In the silent symphony, my worries cease.

The morning dew brings a crisp, fresh delight,
With hints of pine and earth, pure and bright.
Each breath a reminder of nature’s grace,
A gentle caress, in this sacred space.

As seasons change, so do the scents that arise,
From spring’s blossoms to autumn’s quiet sighs.
In each aroma, a story unfolds,
Of love, of loss, and secrets untold.