WILD ORCHID -
Orchids that grow on high places
like having a mind of their own.
Could you tell me what's the secret?
Your magic struck my bone.
You ascend to climb the high trees
like you had your own legs;
You grow on where the wild breeze
could freely kiss your lips.
You climb high towards the light
so you could dodge the blight;
To the peak of your might, you soar,
so, no one could harm your soul.
You make the trees your anchor
without really hurting their core;
The atmosphere is like your base
where you could bloom and flourish.
The blossoms of your loveliness
radiate the radiance of your beauty;
You take away the loneliness
of the hearts on agony.
Your charm is unsullied
but you'd rather choose to hide;
Your beauty is like the rarest pearl
that dazzles like a priceless jewel.
Your blooming beauty is so divine,
You're so untamed but fine,
Only those who dare could find
a way to rope your kind.
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