The Hibiscus Returns

Where flowers bloom, so does hope,

Fading petals, then one new bulb,

Wind's finest hit on the flower,

Clouds cave in with a mischievous grin,

You can hear the wind’s subtle whisper,

The flower gets its first raindrop,

Rain stops, you can hear birds chirp,

The rainbow settles into the gloomy sky,

The afternoon shines bright,

Dusk is taking over as the sunset comes to an end,

And now is the flower's first night

This hibiscus now shines right,

The hibiscus has returned.