The Orchid

Its body moves Undulating and curling As it rises towards the sky Long, sinewy Thin Yet substantial Its arms stretch to its sides As it strikes Its eternal elegant pose. Its face Seemingly turned towards the heavens As if preying For the redemption Of its soul. Colour It knows not of its distinction Yet it is found in a number of different hues Some meek, mild and subdued Others bold, emblazoned and sultry. It seduces Not with its smell Its voice Its laughter But with its sweet Simplicity Innocence and its Eternal beauty Forever And always An exotic gift.