Rhapsody of Life - Moth Orchids
Orchids in their vibrant glory, a living canvas unfurled,
Impressionist colors rising, like secrets softly swirled.
Chartreuse necks stretch skyward, reaching for the light,
In nature's tender embrace, they dance through day and night.
Intertwining vines, a lover's tender clutch,
In a desperate rhapsody of life, they yearn for nature's touch.
A symphony of creation, a masterpiece divine,
All waiting to display their Creator's palette, a rainbow so fine.
Each petal a stroke of genius, a brush of artful grace,
In every delicate curve and hue, a secret they embrace.
Orchids, the poets of the garden, their verses softly sung,
A testament to nature's hand, where beauty's truly sprung.
Rhapsody of Life - Moth Orchids
Orchids in their vibrant glory, a living canvas unfurled,
Impressionist colors rising, like secrets softly swirled.
Chartreuse necks stretch skyward, reaching for the light,
In nature's tender embrace, they dance through day and night.
Intertwining vines, a lover's tender clutch,
In a desperate rhapsody of life, they yearn for nature's touch.
A symphony of creation, a masterpiece divine,
All waiting to display their Creator's palette, a rainbow so fine.
Each petal a stroke of genius, a brush of artful grace,
In every delicate curve and hue, a secret they embrace.
Orchids, the poets of the garden, their verses softly sung,
A testament to nature's hand, where beauty's truly sprung.