A snow white orchid blooming in the winters eve.
summoning the souls who disbelieve.

Hours pass by as people wonder.
The secrets this little flower has to plunder.

Even though is just a simple little flower in the snow.
More about this magical feeling I must know.

Its fragle petals damp with morning dew.
Its placement quite askew.

With death and fear all around.
This little flower is surely bound.

Its stem reaching into the sky so everyone sees.
The beautiful essence it surely leaves.

With the clouds rolling in with the sound of thunder.
attempting to leave the flower asunder.

People try to help it grow.
To see the powers it bestows.

even though this perfect flower is pretty new.
Its beauty is absolutly true.

And when the blazing sun goes down.
Darkness is seen all around.

The beautiful feeling I receive.
When our emotions interweave.

Seeing her fragile smile in the morning sun, I ask what spell I’m under.
As I feel i have fallen in a blunder.

Her bright hazel eyes quite aglow.
I wish I had felt this feeling long ago.

I catch myself staring into.
With this magical feeling I’m not used to.

I never thought I’d be this astound.
I’m far to gone to back down.