In quietness of dark when the world sleeps in silence A little bud blooms, spreading its fragrance With dawn’s first ray, appears in the eastern sky The night Jasmine bids a fonding goodbye Drifting, falling, scattering on the ground Like studded stars painting a beauty profound The pretty fragile flower with a lifespan so short Embracing the journey blooming alone in murk Leaving the glory, in its brief existence That life’s worth is measured ‘in use, not by the length’.