Where Fragrance Meets Bloom

She is fragrance—destined to drift,
a whisper in wind, a tender lift.
But he is a flower, rooted below—
where shall he wander? Where can he go?

She dances free in unseen flight,
he waits in silence, bathed in light.
Yet when her essence graces his bloom,
the garden awakens, dispelling gloom.

Though one is fleeting and one must stay,
they meet in the magic of a midsummer day.