Alas, ethereal and delicate,
Like dreams kissed by the morning light,
They exude a scent so bewitching,
Entrancing the longing hearts.

Oh, how they dance with the zephyrs,
Each flourish, a delicate ballet,
As if the very air cradles their grace,
And the world stands in stillness.

In the tender blush of dawn's embrace,
They bloom, an enigmatic verse,
Their symphony of unfolding beauty,
A serenade for the weary soul.

Their fragrance weaves through time,
Gracefully etched upon...