A cloudy morning in Paris
But there is a sun above this weathery terrace
The rain falls gently, its aroma hovers
What a beautiful place I have discovered
I fell for this place, infatuated with the foliage
But I have found deeper gems in her protection
She shields me from the tyrant called time
And her fragrant flowers confuse my ambitious mind
Only when I was lost did I find
What I truly desired: this medicine for my mind
What a joy there is in beautiful silence
The estate of my soul has no fence
The rain falling as lightly as a heart\'s flutter
Every blink captures this moment with it\'s shutter
My soul longs to dance with the flowers
But my shell called body limits these powers
I envy my companion, this cat
For this is his full time home
In this foreign land, he is my diplomat
In this park, he will forever roam
But me, I must depart
The tyrant is calling for my return
But the poison from these flowers\' hearts
Will be enough to maintain my soul and it\'s burn