Flower of love and innocence,
The exquisite orchid grows -
Yet this bewitching, cherished flower
Is more common than the rose.
You’ll find one nestling 'neath the trees
Within the woodland's shade
Or, nurtured by some gardener's hands,
At flower shows they're displayed.
Some orchids grow high up in trees,
Their roots well off the ground -
But can you guess, where else on earth,
The orchid can be found?
The Arctic Circle? Surely not!
Yes they’ve been found up there!
Now don't you think that they'd appeal
To a lumbering polar bear?
The orchid's happy in our world
And a thousand species grow.
Whilst some retreat from human eyes
Some win cups at shows.
Their texture, fragrance, lovely hues,
In courtship play their part,
So, for a man with love in mind,
These flowers could win her heart.
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