So smooth so cool, my hibiscus
Soothing, yet as blade is your life
Beauty mint white and red
Why do nations make you a symbol
And goddesses take you like rainbow
Warm heart this ornate plant
What’s hidden beneath that heart
Your funnel-shape and soft petals?
Trumpet shape you baroque flower
Depiction of a goddess on earth
Your warm temperate nature
That hearts seek to nurture
But wild flower your nature
Yet, heart of men desire
Life in complete symbol you are
Minds of men you hurt to marrow
Like stones to flying sparrow
These complications in nature
When you brought the mind succour
Makes hibiscus a woman
Clouds are taken for granted
Part of the weather scene
They come in white, or in black,
Or something inbetween
Chances are they’ll be around,
Although the sun is out
They’re always there, when it rains
Of this there is no doubt
Sometimes you see them hanging,
So high up in the sky
Wispy little icy ones
Higher than birds can fly
Clouds can carry destruction
That farmers cannot stop
Things like heavy wind and hail,
Can wipe out all the crop
If you see a dark and boiling one,
Sitting low to the ground
Stay alert and be cautious,
A storm’s somewhere around
Run like hell if you see it
Take on a funnel shape
If you don’t find some cover
There may be no escape
The clouds are always moving,
Changing slow; sometimes fast
You see different shapes in them,
But they will never last
Spend some time looking at them,
Enjoy what’s given free
Pictures by Mother Nature
Are there for you to see
Clouds are taken for granted
Part of the weather scene
They come in white, or in black,
Or something in-between
Normally there’s clouds about,
Although the sun is out
They’re always there, when it rains
Of this there is no doubt
Sometimes you see them hanging,
So high up in the sky
Wispy little icy ones
Higher than birds can fly
Clouds can carry destruction
That farmers cannot stop
Things like heavy wind and hail,
Can wipe out all the crop
If one is dark and boiling,
Sitting low to the ground
Stay alert and be cautious,
A storm’s somewhere around
Run like hell if you see it
Take on a funnel shape
If you don’t find some cover
There may be no escape
The clouds are always moving,
Changing slow, sometimes fast
You see many shapes in them,
But they will never last
Spend some time looking at them,
Enjoy what’s given free
Pictures by Mother Nature
Are there for you to see