The Fragrance

The wind was cold, the sun was shining

In the rear view I could see 

Wind blowing up the flowers 

And sunlight falling on them 

He held my hand

I was holding on to my dreams 

He said he wanted to smell those flowers 

I looked at him just like the flowers did and said,

“You should know that you can smell a flower’s fragrance without plucking it”. 
– Kritika Vashist