OM

Standing tall,

Against Hibiscus,

Wonders Sun,

How long will I survive,

If Hibiscus die,

The heat I generate will be futile,

Whom to nurture,

With my warmth,

Whom to enlighten,

With my light,

Strength will be obscure,

Darkness will prevail,

Obliterating Vision,

To define the horizon,

My meeting point,

With water; my soul,

To hold the Universe intact,

With forces undefined,

I cry and cry,

With resonating OM,

To be heard,

To be re-discovered, to thrive.