The old wooden shop
On the corner of the street
The smell of jasmine made me stop
Bees humming around the nectar, sweet.


I went to the shop again
The smell wouldn't leave me
Saw nothing but bare ground, plain.


They had to tear it down, love
Said the old stranger
I saw the smells all dissolve
Was I its last customer?


It's been a tale of time
Change is always looming
A last flower I left on the corner,
Jasmine for the bees.