NAME: Hibiscus diversifolius (also called wild Roselle)
Wild: In silence we grew
POEM: Wild 3 (I'm an edifice)
I'm the color green in my blissful days
I'm the color yellow in my waning days
I'm natures goodness
the creators creation
I'm an edifice
the treasured status sitting behind your windowsill
I'm a wonder to my admires
I'm the landmark
trilled by the wind
scorned by the rain
yet, I stand
My roots are without ranges
my trunks are canopies for the refuge
in silence I grew
nurtured by nature
tortured by creatures
when I'm being cut down
they smile 😊, they have won
but am the roof over there head
the morsel in their stomach
the idol in their mysteries
the mantra in their histories
the heroes in their novels
for ages, I laid in wasteland
stacked by mankind
with ruins of different kinds
Gone are the days when my fallen branches are honoured
Gone are the days when my seeds are treasured
My evolution awaits my extinction
but, no!, says the creator's will
The essence of this piece is to stop unlawful cutting down of trees
Also, we should cultivate the habit of planting trees and taking care of our vegetation.
Photo crdt: Shot with Techno Pova neo. Check out wild 1 and 2, lovely poems.🥰🥰


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