A whisper of lavender, soft and serene,
Dancing on the breeze, a delicate dream.
It carries me back to fields of green,
Where summer days reign supreme.

The tang of citrus, fresh and bright,
Awakens the senses, a burst of light.
It speaks of mornings, crisp and new,
With skies painted in a vibrant hue.

Warm vanilla, sweet embrace,
A comforting touch, a gentle grace.
It tells of evenings by the fire,
Wrapped in the warmth of desire.

The earth’s own musk, rich and deep,
A reminder of secrets it keeps.
It whispers tales of ancient times,
Of roots that bind and vines that climb.