Lime trees line the ancient streets,
Busy folk bustling beneath their feet.
Stature, serene full of grace.
Proudly standing whence placed
Flowers akin to bobbin lace.
Majestic trees bloom by far the best,
Supremely dwarfing all the rest.
Cascading on boughs,
As if heavenly sent.
With heady, sweet erotic scent.
I like the way it makes you see, feel and imagine…