Wild Orchid

The wild orchid grows on the fringes of a make believe society
A vibrant symbol of singular variety
Its petals painted by passion sway
to a tribal song, that to us is faint and far away
In a world of distorted images and sound
We are lost, never free to be found
Outside the perimeter of the mechanical heart
Grows this special flower, apart
Its beauty laughs at our programmed existence
in which we self-destruct with impatient persistence
Seeking to re plant itself in the soils of the of the fertile mind
To be nurtured by open thought but dying in the mentally blind.