In the early dawn, the earth awakes,
A symphony of scents begins to rise,
Fresh dew on grass, the forest’s breath,
A fragrant whisper under the skies.

The blossoms bloom with tales untold,
Their perfume dances on the breeze,
A floral kiss, both soft and bold,
Nature’s essence, pure and free.

The rain descends, a cleansing grace,
Its earthy scent, a sweet embrace,
Petrichor lingers in the air,
A soothing balm beyond compare.

As twilight falls, the night unfolds,
The scent of stars, a cosmic scroll,
Each fragrance tells a story old,
In nature’s breath, we find our soul.