Hibiscus

On midsummer’s day, as hours trickled past,
I ventured into tropical garden, at last,
A favorite flower I spotted,
Hibiscus, tempting and red.

The perfect flower, the best there was,
With floral petals spread out,
It smiled my way, just so soft,
Tender, and vivacious, it laughed.

I joined in, taken in,
By beauty, so startling,
The flower so perfect, adorning,
I stood there, mesmerized and admiring.

There were other flowers in the garden,
But I couldn’t see,
Petunias, begonias and green pea,
Growing plants of the garden, but they weren’t pretty.

‘twas only the hibiscus that appealed to me,
The one to which sunbirds returned, thronging,
The one who delighted, with vibrant colors,
The one that stood apart, sweet was the nectar.

The hibiscus is such a difficult flower,
To fully describe in entirety,
The one, that held all the power,
To melt another heart, completely.

Such was the hibiscus, and I was amazed,
I never saw it wilt, although I wilted away,
The garden, as I passed, I longingly looked back,
At the hibiscus trilling to midsummer rain.

12:31 am, 16th January, 2010.