I lived by the nursery
Yet forget to enjoy the fragrance
Of blooming dahlias and tulips
that grew there in abundance
I lived by the nursery
A life full of irony.

Cuckoos singing all through the day
trying to enchant me
to harmonize and resonate
Amidst this dystopian cacophony

After a night that relished the rain
The petrichor that outspread
scenting my room...