My name, is Jasmine. (;

Go on and ask me “what are you trying to do?

This flower, its nothing, nothing like you.”

Good morning all yes its time to get up,
the sun raises, a volcano ready to erupt.
Perked up on a warm summer day,
nothing like the suns bright rays,

To make me feel garish and light,

I sparkle like a firefly ready to take flight.

I feel the sun as I try to resist,

Ready, I am for that cooling mist.

As the sunset begins, the light descends,

The night stars instigate a blend.

It’s a new dawn, a new day,

The sun rises to fight the grey.

As I mature I may imbue others

with the joy, happiness, and brightness of my colors.

We are very alike, the flower and I,

I believe I did it, I convinced you didn’t I?

A poem with a picture, look at the caption.

Like this flower, my name is Jasmine.

Jasmine flower