In dark of night an orchid grows in soil 6 inches deep, it pushes ever upward, while most around it sleep

As dawn begins its morning rush a zephyr stirs, the quiet hush, the rays of sun each to the earth, the orchid opens to its birth

The day is long, the day is light, the orchid sits there shining bright, to gaze upon its beauty there, like a lady waiting, wind in hair

Why does the orchid wait for me, invisible to most to see, hiding from the prying eyes, could be ashamed of all the lies

The lies of all humanity, stealing hearts, antipathy .. Nite Orchid screams a final shout, then closes up to wait it out