Jasmine

The jasmine grows beside the fence Its flowers of the purest white, They touch my soul with deepest joy As they now shine in morning light. Like flakes of snow they rest upon The leafy stems of green surround, So fragile that my heart would break If one should fall down to the ground. The dew does rest in droplets fine And as the sun does slowly rise, Between the branches of the trees A mirror of the dawning skies. The jasmine grows beside the fence With radiance like stars above, As there within the shadows lie It yields to me a sign of love.