In spring, the flowers grow, <br />in summer they bloom <br />with all the colours of the rainbow. <br />Their sweet scent fills the air <br />to help to disguise the pollution there. <br />The fumes of the traffic flow <br />that cauterise our sense of smell, <br />or rubbish rotting o a refuge tip <br />with the stench of wastage grip. <br />One day we might learn <br />when I do not know. <br />To watch and enjoy <br />the beauty of nature grow <br />as it scents the air <br />with its wonderful flair. <br /> <br />21 May 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-it-scents-the-air/
