Rare-Earth Blessing

Spilled a dropp of aromatic cedar oil Upon the worn out leather of my shoe On that graceful day, I walked upon The most fragrant, incensed sole Up from virgin forests climbing Across a sea of lacquered chests To polished floors, of oud wood shining With rare oil of the miners mining Pressed from trees well-perfumed flesh No tobacco shop smells better Than the barken closet I'd become A comely air that's rare earth-blessed. No kings hall could smell as fragrant With a thousand armaments of scent This alone could explain the secret Solomon as more than just vagrant I can sense the smile of a geisha girl As she sits alone at the mirror Takes silken scarf, from a vanity drawer As a wisp of cedar-note unfurls You could never duplicate that scent If you lived for a thousand years No synthetic tone ever smells like that Nature's blessings should be freely spent.