Poem:

It wasn’t long ago

     when I

while walking down a path,

      did what anyone might do,

deemed precious to the heart:

       I smelled the blossoms

on the way,

        enchanted by their spell –

one of countless wonders

         wherein Nature does excel.

Those blossoms I soon

           left behind,

but took with me a power

            in which I

thoughtfully engaged

             creatively this hour.