A Mystery

I believe it is a orchid to be so pure and white so high up in that tree and nearly out of sight it's not a sprite or nymph they are no more they say who could place it there not any child at play too small to be a ghost too bright to be the news it may be watching us and hiding other clues it's certainly not a bride lost in the lonely wood perhaps we'll never know perhaps we never should maybe a vagrant dream that never had an end that landed in our tree blown there by the wind the puzzle can't be known the secret safe it seems like riddles never solved of orchids ghosts and dreams