Scents

the linden and the rose, their scents
smell so sweet, are so intense
we're transformed though unaware
by each fragrance in the air

breathing in becoming part
propelled from thought back to the heart
nature's spell is all around
in the beauty of the sound

of wind tiptoeing through the flowers
imbueing us with their great powers
to transform us senses bent
arousing feelings heaven sent

breathing out we each return
what plants need for us to earn
honeysuckle smelling sweet
all the fruit we have to eat

all the seeds and roots, each stem
eating, we're becoming them
we're becoming someone new
when we smell the flowers too

the linden and the rose, their scents
smell so sweet, are so intense
we're transformed though unaware
by each fragrance in the air

nature's spell is all around
in the beauty of the sound
of wind tiptoeing through the flowers
imbueing us with their great powers...