The sense of scent

The sense of scent
By Annie

Beautiful songs of birds
How beautiful they create a vision
The sky is wonderful with the clouds and the blue
Unpredictable raining
Still he could travel it through

The green grass is stayed
While he captured his gaze
The sun, the sky, the birds till the earth
But does he realize while the scenery goes by
That he had captured her heart from his side?

Day by day
From the sun turns the moon
Had he been here, had he lay
Had she stand here, had she never fade
As the sun rise up as to bright the day
When he turned his look to concern his gaze
He appreciated the god who granted the earth
With the livelihood flowers
That will bloom on her god will
And will fade by the date

She’s the white, she’s the red
She’s the pink as been arranged
All at once she would amaze
Particularly him who believes
The mother of nature would react

But does he know that the white will be grayed?
As the red turns to brown
So does pink could be faded away?
This will never wait
Until the time has been said
No nature would murder
Unless the living of the earth
Surely time will pass
Wisely date of faith
So she scents his scents
Till she bends without sense

Follow the flows
Please my news through the wind
Fly it to him with the piece of my skin
Make him scents my scents
Make he sends his senses
That do I love him
Does he do?
That do I owe him
He will never do
Kiss him my wind
Wisely with his dreams
Please him my god
With his very good deeds