Context - This poem is about a flower of a jasmine plant which is the lone survivor of a forest fire.
The little jasmine flower
Was a sight to see
But the scenery around it
Was the ashes of her to be
Its white petals have no limit of beauty
Leaves so green, that they feel pity
Never left the memory of the red flower
Burning all to the ground
She remembers as she saw all the trees
Hold their life in their leaves
As the breeze snatched it from them with ease
The little jasmine flower is lonely now
But she can't do anything
There's nothing more to self and see
As all that's left is her glee.
