Ill Darkness befell the Black Moon orchid,
Toasted umber bedaubs her curled leaf tips,
Coursing arbored veins with a recklessness,
Malignancy deep- as cancered bone and blood.
Comes the rain, Mother Natures sweet elixir;
Remission? Or are the roots forlorn to live?
Miles away, a Surrey Rose bush...lay wilting,
Ravaged hard by petal-blight... and Dieback.
Comes dawn, natures demons smile and dance,
Death has found another genus to infiltrate
Mother Nature sobs bitterly, for herself,
The orchid still believes ther' is a God.
L'orchid estime qu'il y a un Dieu........
_____________ F j R ______________
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Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Usage of metaphor is wisely done here in this poem. Mother nature is sweet and graceful to us. Nice poem! ...10