My eyes delight,
In your loud glare,
Red and bright beyond light,
A rose cannot compare.
The hibiscus flower,
With beauty in charge,
You unleash much power,
And our breath recharge.
Your home mostly tropical,
Of your varied kinds,
Your gift to us is magical,
Where you, where’re we find.
If you were just to us, but looks,
Not endowed with healing magic,
You may not show in most books,
Some lives could turn out tragic.
Broad as breadth, bright petals,
You could lower the measure,
With your intrinsic vitals,
Of a blown blood pressure.
Sickness, deceases, ailments and all,
You pour on us your healing,
That our lives will not shortfall,
A cause for a hopeful feeling.
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