In a limestone meadow ,
near a quarry by the sea.
There grows a beautiful Orchid,
that looks just like a bee.
After summer solstice,
standing in full bloom.
Like natures beauty queen,
every head turns in the room.
Whenever I pay Homage,
while down on one knee.
I capture an image,
for everyone to see.
Among the sandy rocks,
against the odds it grows.
Slim chance of survival,
as the North wind blows.
Maybe we could learn,
from this special plant.
No matter how stony your life,
our inner beauty we could grant.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
In a limestone meadow ,
near a quarry by the sea.
There grows a beautiful Orchid,
that looks just like a bee.
After summer solstice,
standing in full bloom.
Like natures beauty queen,
every head turns in the room.
Whenever I pay Homage,
while down on one knee.
I capture an image,
for everyone to see.
Among the sandy rocks,
against the odds it grows.
Slim chance of survival,
as the North wind blows.
Maybe we could learn,
from this special plant.
No matter how stony your life,
our inner beauty we could grant.
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