Jasmine

The early day is calm and serene with the smell of mist, siren from the factory, flowers waiting to show their beautiful, vibrant faces.
Oh! How much more the watcman must have eagerly waited for the morning to come.
The birds in their nest looking forward to fly over to their source of food so that they can feed their young ones.
The essence of dewdrops on leaf tops is a gracious sight to the early bird.
As the spider webs its home in the jasmine creeper, its attempt to complete it been discouraged by passersby. It still perpetuates its long unfinished work.
I could see the moon fade away between the white clouds on a summer morning. The sun, indeed, waiting to show its glory.
Like a groom waiting for his bride, the sunflower turns towards the sun all yellow.
Who can withstand the power of nature?, it obeys no man, day comes and day goes but it is memories that stay in our minds.
What have we to offer our queen, the earth?
What have we to offer our princess, the fruit bearing plants and trees?
What have we to offer our prince, the edible plants and trees?
What have we to offer our guards, the oceans and the seas which cover the earth?

Well! It is too obvious what man has done to royal nature. The trees in the forests which are being cut down everyday is a brutal example of that.