While the flame rages on in endless gory,
Only the magnificent forms and shapes I see.
Anthers smiled in their red beauty,
Tainted in orange and glossy roses.
My shattered world may lie in ruins,
Crushed to powder by heartless brutes.
Yet, you my hibiscus, remains evergreen,
Putting light and hope in my existing.
Even if the earth is sliced asunder violently,
You alone I will pay obeisance to gladly.
Cos’ you-- my hibiscus, makes my soul in joy leaps.