Philocaly

The whiff of roses aroused her

She had fallen in love

With the clear cerulean sky

With the amorphous white clouds 

With that vivifying breeze 

Which takes away the amber dry leaves

She had fallen for the twinkling stars 

And the darkness of the night sky 

And the euphony of the rain

And the aroma of the wet mud

The magic of music intrigued her 

She had fallen in love

With the subtle hues of florets 

With the fluttering butterflies

With the symphony of the birds 

Which had conquered her soul

She was captivated yet so free

She felt everything that some couldn't even see