An Unknown Smell

I was walking down the hill, I saw a wild bush along the winding way. A wonderful bunch of flower was there, nodding with the wind and did sway. An unknown smell of jungle weed put me in sheer feelings of trance, and utter dismay. An irresistible will to pluck the flowers was telling me to stand and stay. But, the smell, the wildness of the bunch, warned me to go away. Still, I stooped and plucked and took near to my nose, in mood gay. Fainted I then fell on path, as the flowers were venomous, so to say.