In the gentle morning’s breath, a scent awakensSoft whispers of jasmine, tenderly wovenCarrying tales of night, now softly shakenInto the world where dreams are spokenThe breeze carries a fragrance of oldStories of laughter, of love untoldIn every petal, a memory unfoldsBinding the heart in its gentle holdThrough the amber glow of dusk’s retreatLavender sighs in the evening heatEmbracing the shadows with a quiet beatLeaving traces where earth and sky meetThe night descends with a smoky embraceThe aroma of pine, a calming graceIn every breath, a quiet spaceWhere time lingers, a gentle pace