If I was a wild flower, an orchid,
in the Everglades, I might be
Like the butterflies in the cypress forest
draping the branches of pond apple trees
In community with the red
maples and swamp bay
I could be a purple clamshell orchid,
yellow leafless or pink ionopsis
And the white wood storks
could be my close friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem