One bloom opened up on the hibiscus tree.
She offered her voice in a song to the sky.
The song that she sang was a plaintive cry.
“I’m alone,” she sang. It is only me.”
The sky sympathized with her lonely state
“I’m here; I see you. You must not grieve.
Others will join you; if you will believe.
It’s early yet, you will just have to wait.”
The hibiscus bloom waited day after day.
The weather was cool; she continued alone.
She waited through rain; she basked in the sun.
She waited for weeks, but alone she’d stay.
At last, one flower popped out on a limb,
exactly like her; finally, a friend!
Lonely no more, heartache at an end!
Then another and another came after him.
And soon the collection of hibiscus flowers
were dancing and singing a botanical song;
convinced that more buds would come along,
they formed a most beautiful floral choir.
Liz McFadzean