An orchid grew upon a stem,
In back of it a group of them.
Enchanting in the colors blend.
Exotic in the fumes extend.
They bobbed the wind like butterflies,
Entrancing me and fixed my eyes.
And I was drawn into a web,
Of transcendental flow and ebb.
That wove a net of rainbows dream,
That took my mind into extreme.
For there she sat beneath a tree,
Surrounded by my fantasy.
Exquisite in a golden glare,
About her grew green maidenhair.
Her gown so white it made me blink,
Until it reached her throat of pink.
Like plants that turn and face the sun,
I turned with then and gazed as one.
Hypnotic in this turning phase,
A wonderment of my malaise.
Entranced in this radiant show
And captured by the instant glow.
Vanished, as it came about, but
That it happened, there was no doubt.
And though the orchids ever dance,
They've not again with this nuance.