Orchid In Japan's Poem by Natasa To

An orchid blooms in Japan's mist,
Where mountain winds and rivers twist.
Its petals hold the morning rain,
Like whispered dreams that still remain.



Beneath the lantern's amber glow,
It watches silent seasons flow.
Through cherry blossoms, pale and bright,
It guards the edge of fading light.



The temple bells drift through the air,
A gentle song, a quiet prayer.
The orchid bends but does not break,
Awake to every dawn's new wake.



In gardens shaped by patient hands,
It roots itself in ancient lands.
A fleeting flower, soft yet strong,
A note within time's endless song.



And when the autumn shadows fall,
Its beauty lingers over all—
A single bloom, serene and wise,
Reflecting heaven in its eyes.