Even if the season of lust blankets loneliness in a tight wrap smothering those fragile emotions in the winter months of a lifetime of cyclical wants and needs waiting for the summer to send its life giving mantras deep into the ****** soil of waiting, the hibiscus waits ready to grasp the first finger of sun drenching warmth to burst out into beauty above ground and spread its dense green leaves with crimson flower and trumpet shape into the minds eye of acceptance.
Soon the valley changes hue as altogether the trees spring to life shedding their softness into every nook and corner, crabbing into crannies and leaping wings of delight into welcome air.
The hibiscus will soon take ownership of the entire valley bringing to the forefront our own wanderlust.