In the garden where lilacs bloom,
A gentle breeze carries whispers,
Of stories untold in fragrant plumes,
Awakening dreams in the twilight’s shivers.
The scent of rain on thirsty earth,
Brings solace to the weary soul,
A symphony of natureâs rebirth,
Healing the heart, making it whole.
The aroma of morning’s fresh embrace,
Promises a day yet to unfold,
With each breath, a gentle grace,
Stories of life delicately retold.
Through the winds, the past is near,
Memories in scents softly appear,
In every fragrance, a whispered tear,
Echoes of love and lingering cheer.