The Master Gardener cares for all things — a poem — Ode to Hibiscus I gazed in wonderment at your
majestic crimson trumpet
dazzling like the dawning sun. You gracefully unfurled silken veils,
revealing hidden treasures of gold and ruby,
welcoming passersby drawn to your beauty. Hummingbirds quenched by your nectar,
bumble bees hid in your inner sanctuary,
gorging on your provisional bounty. But…