Hibiscus Love
Hibiscus Love I’m trying to be more like my hibiscus bush which doesn’t seem to care If there’s sun or rain or anyone around to notice it… It apparently cares only for creating ruffled scarlet blooms of astonishing beauty that live only for a day then quietly wither and fade away… I, being human and more demanding, want to know the point of it all— this ceaseless coming and going this risk of blooming unseen this too-brief beauty and sudden death… I ask the hibiscus bush but she doesn’t answer. She only offers me another scarlet treasure as if that’s answer enough… And somehow, it is.