the scent of italian cypress trees

a conversation with nature pt. iii

The stillness in the air,

drying my throat tender,

began to fill of freshly watered cypress leaves

— I’ve always admired how water droplets could so easily

without thought

capture sunlight’s magic,

graciously bringing leaves and soil to their vibrancy —

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earthly, with subtle notes of pine and oak

The scent of nostalgia intertwined with purity

simultaneously, the scent of a place with no memory to begin

It’s almost 8:00 a.m.,

It’s almost July —

a month of memories I wish to forget —

and the cypress trees assure me

that I’m not alone