Poetry
I remember your essence Once, when I was juvenile, I stepped into a field of Jasmine: They blossomed bright white, an Angelic White. They glimmered in the sun, with shades of green surrounding them. The sky wore blue that day. There you stood, beautifully cleansed by the stratosphere, the shade of your body stood out. A brown colour shimmering with Insecta as they enjoyed your splendours. You were robed in chromatic green It seemed to accentuate your presence Your roots grew deep within me. Time blew by, I returned to see you. You were surrounded by sprouts Of baby green and brown, They were your complete synonyms, and the Jasmine was no more, Your essence still standing Just like I remembered it. By Silentrex