Ode To The Orchid

though you are ubiquituous and universally crowned for your fragrance and gentle beauty sometimes, to me your tongue sticks out like devil and your petals appear like the lapels of a clown that's why i prefer the smaller orchid flowers they float and bow on the stalks like angels your colours and grace transport you so gloriously to the hearts of your fans who never fail to light up their faces as they take in your soft textured unique suits of carmine, tiger stripes, shades of the rainbow, and whatever mixes they have in between - thanks to the clone masters they capture the sights, soothes the feelings and to the yoga practitoners cleanses their souls but who knows, who knows, some of you are mere parasites sitting unprentenstiously on trees for all your needs to flaunt your loads of egos and of course, most of you also sit in the best spots of hearts and are served like kings and queens by the hands of your love who laugh with tears in their eyes when you bestow them your pscychedelic, prismatic and rapturous honours