In the garden of memories, scents arise,
Whispers of petals, under moonlit skies.
Each fragrance, a story, softly it tells,
Of moments and dreams where the heart dwells.

The earthy musk of morning dew,
Awakens the soul to a world anew.
With every breath, a tale unfolds,
In the language of scents, so silently bold.

Lavender fields in twilight’s embrace,
Bring calm and peace to a hurried pace.
A symphony of nature, in every breeze,
Carving memories, with effortless ease.

As the night descends, jasmine blooms,
Perfuming the air, in the quiet rooms.
Each scent a reminder, of times gone by,
A fragrant echo, beneath the sky.