Jasmine & Stone

It was me, like the Jasmine

With some Pebbles as friends

They picked up my dust

And received my fragrance

For it’s said in sayings

A touch of jasmine’s dust

Even the rough as pebble

Stand to acquire a fragrance

I was no poet, no never

Couldn’t read poetry

For, I didn’t understand any

Then how, to write a love story

Then I got friends, most beautiful

Poets, who make a heart to skip beats

Poetry flowing like molten lava

Engulfing all loving hearts

I would jump in hot lava

Searching for the jasmine’s pollen

Stretching a thirsty tongue

Swirling to gather any dust and honey

Here a poetry is born

With stone stretching out

And exploring the flower

For some dust and honey

Stone assumes the fragrance

Of the beautiful jasmine

And the child born out here

Is hopefully a loving poem.