With a whisper beckons the spring
A billowing breeze wafts by,
Bearing mystic sounds and scents
The vestige of a yearning sigh.

The urge to soar above of all thoughts
And inhabit the world of dreams
Paint it with a myriad shades
Weave a story in each theme.

But where have all the stories gone
Did they fade in grey shadows
In the relentless carnage called life
Did I demolish my green meadows?

Out of the window I dully gaze
Waiting for a spark of inspiration
To my surprise what awaits me
Unlocks my dormant imagination

Bathed in soft iridescent light
Among leaves gleaming velvet green
Dwells the king of scented blooms
Filling a unreal yet ethereal scene

The white sheath of petals enclosed
Yet their fragrance cleaves the air
Mellowed by the shower of light
Their message is blatantly clear

Break the chains that freeze your core
Inhale the exhilaration in our scent
Let the magic flood your senses
For your dreams are not yet spent.