Fulcrum of a rose

If we can only smell the soul, will it then smell like the rose? in gentle aroma of passing breeze, in morning fresh dew-swept air? can we at birth of a little one, breathe-in essence of his deeper self, past the innocence of his smile, can we see a universe entire? do roses then live a spiritual life, and speak with god with incense deep? in their brief life on earth, is scent, a language to reach other souls? many flowers wither and fall, like us in this garden of life. while we talk of souls we do not see, the rose has a soul that we can smell. that is perhaps the reason why, we leave roses at a departed’s grave, so we can speak soul to soul, through the aroma of their mystic self. million roses I would plant to honour millions who lived and died, if only we could smell their souls, loving memories would smell as sweet.