Orchid in Spring

You draw me near like a rich dark cherry 

Drops of rain entice

Your violet luminescence 

Can melt the coldest ice 

I hear your speckled petals

Singing to the bees 

I sense your dancing lobes 

Listening to the trees

I rare gem unataining 

I dare not take a pick

Fine perfume I enhaling 

As you hang off green so chic

You're as real as I imagine 

And can be nothing more 

Tomorrow when you wither 

The world shall be made poor