The soft sweetness of late autumn osmanthus,
Golden and warm, flows through the room like honey.
Cedar wrapped in sandalwood cradles a lazy afternoon,
As the sunlight streams through the window, spilling softly across the floor.
In the stillness, you sink deeper into the couch,
Letting the warmth of the moment carry you, unhurried, as the shadows gently shift.
The scent is sweet, warm, and tender, wrapping around you like a loving embrace,
Lingering in the air, soft and endless.