The Most Beautiful Flower
In the quiet of dawn,jasmine wakes,whispers to the moon’s last gleam,“I am here.”Its petals unfurl,a slow dancein the morning’s breath,pure and unassuming.The garden holds its breath,each bloom a rivalin beauty’s silent contest,yet, jasmine reignswith effortless grace.Its fragrance,a tender melodyfloating through the air,captures the essence of serenity,a soothing balm for restless souls.In the embrace of night,it…