Red Hue in the Storm
Blossoms bloom among nature's disease,
as people hide, panic, and flee.
Earthy torment haunts with furious wind
as humans are hidden from a Hibiscus win.
People are uprooted from their normal routes,
as a native holds tight to it's rustic roots.
It makes no excuse for losing it's leafs,
no apologies as the calmness leaves.
It sees no storm, but feels allured in its senses,
so it holds tight despite gusts so relentless.
The storm blows, then grows in power and might,
but the flower stands unafraid that it might
fall to the horrors of Fall's furious intentions,
as it's suspended on stems, God's basic invention.
This beauty will groove like a dancer's regimen,
as it moves smooth like jazz with a red hue percussion.
It's a passionate romance, a perennial performance.
It stuns the winds, as they take a moment to pause.
And nature showers Hibiscus with a soggy applause.