Nostalgic scents can cause a young soul like I,

to be inspired by a dozen words like a mother baking pie,

a mother that fed a dozen little botany loving kids that never hindered to cry

The simple power of the root

a heart that would take vigourous care,

unleashed a dozen scents transmitted through its fruit

left a young soul like I to pick backyard with my feet still bare

Flavors would cause a young soul like I,

to enchant a dozen lines written like a mother baking fruit pie,

a mother that gave a young soul like I the power to write words and lines,

the roots of poetry.