If I were a flower
They'd call me Jazmine.
My petals are soft, delicate
I'm full of passion.
No matter how much I'm picked and plucked,
Still I grow, a flower that's world renowned.
In the hot steaping tea, I'm over flowing,
With flavour, In the midst of heat I open my blossoms,
Fragrant my layers of taste you savour.
I'm a little flower, but my statement is bold.
I'm the sip in the cup you hold.