Hybiscus Syriacus
Sun shining over the hills
as I stand in the shadow of the tree.
Wondering if I will see your beauty
in all its glory, seeing the pride.
The pride with which you stand tall.
Hoping to witness your bright colors
I cannot wait to see you sway in the wind.
The sun climbs to new heights
and lightens the ground you will cover.
Butterflies in hunger for your nectar
As the temperature rises
to make the valley sweet and warm
you start to grow.
Slowly arising above the ground,
immediately you’re a lovely sight.
Right in front of me you stand.
My eye catches you and won’t let you go.
I come closer, the love grows with you.
Careful slow steps, not to harm you,
with tenderness I seek a sign.
Over the hills, the sun still there.
coming out of the shadow
I step into the light, oh so bright.
Not the light of the sun, but your beauty,
almost stunning me where I stand.
Now we grow together
and the light that shines so bright
will never leave our side.
For if the sun isn’t here,
the moon will shine for us.
MM
"...I miss you..."