Fragrance hides in a seed

Its freedom decreed

Waiting for an opening

Through a flower’s awakening

Fragrance cannot be held

Or its freedom withheld

In the lap of a breeze

It rises higher than the trees

Fragrance is one of a kind

Its freedom appeals, to the mind

Every flower has a unique scent

To enjoy we don’t need consent

When thoughts become our flowers

We’re drenched in fragrant showers

Freedom is not far behind

From seeds that keep us confined