The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with the odor of jasmine

And the wind said "In return for the odor of my jasmine, give me all the odor of your roses"

I said "I have no roses.  All of the flowers in my garden are dead."

And the wind said, "Well, I'll just take the withered petals and the yellowed leaves"

And the wind left.

And I wept.

And I said to myself:

"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"