Purple Hibiscus Turn Pale Yellow Poem by Samuel Segun Toluwalase

Not like many in the large garden
We had many good things,
Goods flowers, sweet nectar that church birds always came sucking
Our part of the large plot was sweet like honey
And we blossomed despite the weedy journeys
But not all things have a happy ending
And not all pretty flowers will keep the birds sucking

Things started to fall apart when my brother's branches grew too tall
Indeed too tall that it made mad the apex
Although our purple radiance amazed the entire patch
Little did they know that our nectar was sourly unpleasant
First, I lost a younger branch unborn
And soon lost the apex too
Our purple, now a colorless boo.