Fresh Air Poem by Hope Regnum

The sun sets while warmth rises on soon cooled concrete
Faint scent of cologne on your chest
Dancing with the flowers which wash over the air's breeze
The tree's sap leaves its residue on your hand
As you see land land land
Far as the eye could see
Separation from what was made by man
Has never smelt so sweet
Sitting on the edge of pavement and forest
Truth lives in the inhalation moment
This is exactly where I need to be