Orchid Bloom

Orchid bloom red or gold, what it is you hold.

That both young and old never could have told.

Orchid bloom summer heat or winter cold.

First they called you by the color code.

Red so warm, blue so cold.

Orchid bloom big and small.

They called you Queen above them all.

Orchid bloom strong or weak, they’ll forever seek.

What it is you hide, what it is you keep.

Orchid bloom red or gold, have not they been told

That in time long past it was foretold.

That your mystery you’ll forever hold.

© C.E.A. Johanns