In the tender folds of morning light,
A fragrance whispers through the air,
Carrying stories of the night,
Wrapped in scents beyond compare.
The gentle breeze, a messenger bold,
Brings memories of distant lands,
With every note, tales unfold,
In the dance of timeâs gentle hands.
A symphony of floral embrace,
Dew-kissed petals weave their song,
In every breath, a new trace,
Where fleeting moments belong.
As twilight cloaks the weary day,
The scent of dreams begins to weave,
Guiding hearts along the way,
In the aroma of the eve.