Thoughts on an Orchid

My First Orchid

An orchid, a beautiful orchid, proud and conceited, stares right on to your face making a fashion statement, redefining beauty in her vivacious prowess, in all its novelty, in entirety. She is a beautiful woman and yet not fragile, she stands up a confident head on her slender waist, for what she believes, for what she knows. She proclaims with a clear tone that she is gorgeous, she is sexy and exotic. She practices no modesty neither any shy humor. She presents herself in her perfection and flirts with your eye. She is merciless, she knows too much, she’s not innocent not gullible… O! she is so not woman… a beautiful enigma that always mesmerizes your senses. What dark secrets she holds in her heart, what forlorn, forgotten music… what purpose does she embody, why does she so perfectly eradicate one dimension completely from beauty as our eyes have seen and our hearts have felt through centuries? What are her crusades for? Yes, perhaps she is a woman, she is a woman indeed……..