The scent of jasmine fills the air, br within my garden wall br while I sit in silence br awaiting the evening to call. br The sounds of the evening are heard, br as that nocturnal wake up call br as long shadowy fingers br creep from the garden wall. br The sun begins to rest its head br as in the west it begins to fall br the sleepy sunset lights up the sky an orange glow br when the end of the day comes to call.