Night Jasmine- Tree Of Sorrow

Mild, balmy breeze, Hauntingly fragrant With Night Jasmine. A small evergreen tree, Twinkling With ivory white flowers In my garden, Resplendent at night, Like the star Studded sky. Before the day breaks, The tree silently sheds Its crowning glory On Mother Earth’s breast. To pay homage In all humility. Overcome with wonder I find myself ponder, As I gather the flowers In my wicker basket On my way to the temple. To offer To the deity At the altar. Oh, Harshingar, Why are you Called The Tree of Sorrow? Night Jasmine is called Harshingar and Paarijatta in India its A sacred tree, grown in temples. Flowers are offered to the deity in the temples. there are many myths associated with it.