If silence had a scent, it would be of pine,

Like autumn days when leaves fall and the sun starts to shine.

The fog lays thick, a misty veil,

I watch the dew drip, hear nature's tale.

From the towering trees, a whisper calls,

In the stillness of the forest, freedom enthralls.

A calming peace, so pure, divine,

If silence had a scent, it would be of pine.