Far atop the heights of Urayoán Mountain,
Soft winds caress my face with a gentle touch.
I find the rosy hibiscus along my path,
Its funnel-shaped blooms open by the road.
To please the bees and the darting hummingbird,
The rosy petals flutter in the wind,
Adorning the dirt road with youthful beauty.
Here, the hummingbird sips to quench its thirst,
Touching the flower with delicate grace.
Hibiscus! Your charm graces earth and sky,
Blessed are the eyes that behold your splendor,
Radiant beneath the Caribbean sun.
No rival can match your vibrant, rosy hue.
In awe, I proclaim God’s wondrous works, and
Exclaiming, “Marvelous are your creations;
My eyes have beheld their glory revealed!”