The peeping face perched
On the trunk like a ghost.
No leaf, just root green
Hung the white animus,
Inviting to pay second visit
As it bloomed in the forest nest.
Without leaves, the Dendrophalyx Lindenii
Comfortably rely on its root green synthesis.
Dancing like a king in spring and summers
Often difficult to be spotted amidst wild towers.
With a white fu man chu moustache long
Hung it on an ugly peduncle,8-inch long.
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: flower,unique