Dance of blades,
Pedals in a turbulent spin
Feather and pollen
Symphony of glades
Unity.

Fall of armor,
Pedals enclosed
Carpet of burgundy
Stagnation

Do you blossom, Jasmine flower?
How long must growth be questioned,
Before you release yourself
From the sterile soils?

There is only the solution;
Feed and prosper,
Move as the intermittent sea,
Find the soils rich and pure

Your journey may be long
Your journey may be difficult
But your journey will be liberty.

Ne'er hide your blossom
Exquisite beauty
You are the Jasmine Flower
Wild and free

Celebrate,
Feast within the silt;
Your vibrant allure,
Dancing blades
Have not gone astray.