Think of me when you walk by a sweet jasmine plant, that lives in the starry thrill of the night, and shares its secret with everyone in the street.

Think of me when you smell its aroma filling your brain with pleasure.

Think of me when you fall in love on a swing tied to a great tree, and lie listening to the great treetrunk creaking above you.

Think of me when a wind rustles the leaves, rippling through the grass.

Know that I came from a green place, and unto it shall I return.

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