The flower of the jasmine

Beneath the moonlit sky, where the stars softly dwell,
A fragrance fills the air, a tale that words can't tell.
Jasmine blooms in whispers, secrets it imparts,
A scent that dances freely, captivating hearts.

Oh, the jasmine smell, a melody in the breeze,
Notes of floral magic, weaving through the trees.
In gardens of memories, where dreams gently swell,
Lost in the sweet embrace of the jasmine smell.

Petals like poetry, kissed by morning light,
Each blossom unfolding, a symphony so bright.
Nature's own love letter, written in the air,
Jasmine whispers softly, a scent beyond compare.

Oh, the jasmine smell, a melody in the breeze,
Notes of floral magic, weaving through the trees.
In gardens of memories, where dreams gently swell,
Lost in the sweet embrace of the jasmine smell.

Underneath the silver glow, where shadows softly play,
Jasmine weaves its fragrant tale, guiding night to day.
In the heart's secret garden, where emotions gently swell,
The jasmine scent lingers, a story to retell.

As the sun takes its bow, and the stars reclaim the night,
Jasmine remains, a keeper of delight.
A timeless serenade, in nature's grand hotel,
Whispers of forever in the jasmine smell.

Oh, the jasmine smell, a melody in the breeze,
Notes of floral magic, weaving through the trees.
In gardens of memories, where dreams gently swell,
Lost in the sweet embrace of the jasmine smell.

(Outro)
So, let the fragrance linger, like a cherished spell,
In the tapestry of moments, where jasmine stories dwell.
A song of scented petals, a memory to propel,
In the symphony of senses, the enchanting jasmine smell.