Patchouli scent is like the travel of a lover Sometimes earth comes inside tiny bottles on the back of camels Walking slow through the dessert Sometimes love does not have to travel You can smell in the air, nearness of the soil scent He walked and faced the sun again Nature drunk With the smell in veins She grabbed the rays of light from the sun To touch his hands With her love she saved Taking steps through the paths leads to huge trees made of old souls Taking steps through the paths leads to tall trees made of your soul