At night in sleep, where does she go, this flower that I love?

In sky, so bright she flies aloft with eagles and with doves

To land upon the upper heights, where most of us can't go, a land afar with mountain tops and, cliffs where cold winds blow

Aloft on wing. . . and yet so close, I realize my folly here, for all creatures, free is a must, to live, to love so dear

To travel far, to see the world .. for me this, Nite Orchid dream, over all the lands, the skies and more to make,

Nite Orchid queen