Beneath the osmanthus trees I tread, Where whispers of fragrance lift the soul from dread A tender breeze, a blooming sigh Unfurls like petals against the sky Their scent, a dance of apple and peach Soft as a memory, just out of reach Each step a stanza, each breath a tune A fleeting hymn to the spring’s sweet boon The air is alive, a delicate cheer As blossoms murmur what the heart longs to hear Uplifted, I wander this fragrant embrace A pathway of joy in nature’s grace🌼