Tiny stars in shades of white,
Blooming softly with the night.
Fragrant whispers fill the air,
A gentle beauty, pure and rare.
Woven into braids and dreams,
Glowing under moonlit beams.
Though delicate, they quietly stay,
Spreading sweetness on their way.
Like jasmine flowers, may we learnTo softly glow, not fiercely burn.
To share our grace, our love, our light,
And make the world a little bright.
