Drinking deep the cold water with her loose, slender petals that wrap the aspidistra tree, she waits, just before dusk to release her moonlit fragrance.
Dark welcomes this ghost-white orchid that proves love blooms in nature with a night to drown the stillness of a leafy bedding.
The wild-eyed child opens her gaze to this wonder hidden in kudzu vines of a Brazilian forest that does not sleep so soundly with its dragonflies.
Only the moon knows she speaks of fallen petals and longed for rain.