Violet

Lifted through the garden on sweet fragrance

Warmth spread radial, saying its alright

Such a presense, soothing eruption

No dark clouds forecasted

What makes me feel this way.

Ways of the heart got me feeling

Shadows scattered like mice

Massive waves of brilliance engulfed

Worries lost between leaves lustiness

A swee scent, her garden enticed and lifted me buoyant.