Milk Flower’s Song

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gaze,

The milk flowers bloom in autumn’s haze.

Their scent drifts gently through the air,

A fragrant song, beyond compare.

Each blossom small, yet pure and white,

A quiet glow in the velvet night.

Their perfume whispers, soft and deep,

A memory the heart will keep.

The streets are wrapped in sweet embrace,

As milk flowers weave their tender grace.

A fleeting charm, a season’s kiss,

A moment filled with tranquil bliss.

Their fragrance speaks of love once known,

Of tender hearts, of seeds once sown.

A bittersweet and wistful tune,

That lingers ‘neath the autumn moon.

Oh milk flower, gentle, shy, and true,

Your fleeting bloom renews the view.

A timeless gift, a bond, a thread,

That links the living with the fled.

In every breath, your essence stays,

A quiet hymn to fleeting days.

Though seasons pass, your scent remains,

A cherished part of autumn's veins.