I love to smell the flowers in the morning.
They leave a scent so faint but forever lasting.
The smell always fades;
it’s unpleasant to see them die away.
Every spring they bloom;
alluring with their perfume.
Their beauty on display
seems to be why I wake each day
As time passes; reminding the seasons
They must change
I still replay those moments; like it’s a song
Not forgetting how the petals look in the sun
Remembering that scent as it lingers on.
It brings solace to my soul;
uplifting me from this place
I wish to have this closeness; to feel at ease
I will visit until the day turns into eve