The Orchid
The leaves are green
in the colorful trees.
The strong wind blows
through the tree-lined rows.
It is an orchid of life
capturing bright rays of light.
Children we are made
by those tall oaks of age.
It is the forest of our home
where one day again we'd like to roam.
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