Fragrance

The morning with its scented fragrance stands up like giant in front of me and the rolling clouds in the skies stares at me from above and embraces me with sentiments of love. I could see the footprints of time walking out of the clouds towards me and wrapping its passion around me; the color in the skies fill my heart with meaning and lights up my internal world with melodies from the deep, oh how much my spirit wants to weep. It is the sounds that I alone can hear; it is the sound that is wrapped up in the atmosphere and bears its strength in the bosom of the sea, it sometimes traveled a thousand miles in the depth of the ocean and run a marathon in space and lights up a mission in outer space oh how I cherish this feeling, it is bold and it brings comfort to my wounded soul. A sweet fragrance is seeping through the clouds and spreading a sweet aroma in the middle of the earth; bringing smiles to frowning faces that are sagging under the bewildering sun and set the rain clouds on the run. The birds are flying merrily around enjoying the solitude of the pretentious morning, gallivanting on branches and composing melodious song. It is not the melody that you would like to hear, tis the melody that is mixed with fear, it is the rhythm that you hear when they are mating in the trees and the feeling you get in your chest when you are almost out of breath. I can feel my heart leap and people are running all over the street as the fragrance parachute through the air falling on roof top and sinking in the earth and woman start giving birth. Everyone is holding their breath and sweat is dripping from their face it is the fragrance of time that come back to haunt their mind. Pour the fragrance in the street my soul waits patiently for thee.