hibiscus

Thrive in the summer, perish in the cold

I bloom out my colours, orange, red and pink

Sandy soil around my roots

I taste the salty air among my bright petals

The wind blows and dances through my leaves

I spend my days watching all the fun

As I stay deeply rooted in my warm, bright  illuminated  space

I feel at home in this cozy, familiar spot 

I’ve fought the fight, I’ve struggled to stay

This place was gifted to me.

For Seven years people have come and gone

Who never returned

Wondering who lived here before me

and where did they go 

At least I have my family 

Who lives right at the end of seven hills 

Sometimes people take my blooms,

But I always manage to come back

Years and years have passed by 

But I still stand here rooted in my soil 

And always will be in some shape or form