Northern Marsh Orchid

Past stone circle in a marsh or by a dune In the swamp near lagoon In the morning covered by dew color of tears of the moon Sending prayers to Neptune There is northern march orchid That sings an old ballad The ballad as dew falls on spider web is chanted By the spellbindingly beautiful orchid The story is repeated by butterfly With wings black like the midnight sky With purple embellishment that across the wings will lie It sings this ballad to every flower and tree it passes by The story is of divine majesty About the souls’ immortality About master of destiny One not named even in clairvoyance therefore one truly free