Quiet and lonely, the orchid waits
 
Hidden by a wall, its beauty ignored
 
Like a spring nymph never revealing herself
 
A kaleidoscope of purple; speckled with magenta and white
 
Leaves dimpled with mid-summer green
 
A spring majesty to behold
 
Encircled by a heavenly piece of pottery
 
Two tendrils reaching up toward heaven
 
Striped with vivid orange
 
Like a Halloween pumpkin, a tall cylinder of ceramic
 
Bedazzled with stripes of marigold, a daisy of vases
 
The lonely orchid’s home, a sanctuary of peace
 
Like something out of a tropical paradise
 
So alive and full of color
 
If ever there was a flower so pretty and lovely
 
This orchid would be radiant
 
Yet no people come to admire it
 
Petals slowly dropping, leaves wilting
 
Its branches sagging, the lonely orchid waits
 
Like a dancer, sweeping its petals into the air
 
Yet also like a clown, perpetually drooping
 
A flower hourglass, always flowing- never changing
 
A delicate flower, its spirit soft like a kitten
 
Waiting, always waiting
 
For when its beauty will be unveiled to the world
 
When prying eyes all gaze at it in wonder
 
A quiet soul, forever silent
 
Never speaking, but lightening the hearts of all around it
 
This flower, this flower, is waiting
 
Is it but not a flower from which poems flow
 
But a lonely orchid destined to wait forever