The Orchid

The pristine peach orchid
Enamoured me by its poise,
It possessed a natural beauty
That everybody eyed.

With subtlety it mesmerised,
After years of gentle care,
It reflected the truth of hard work
And toil that built its frame.

The capturers of beauty
Who wanted to freeze time,
Eagerly awaited her bloom
To immortalize her life.

But the surrounding multitudes,
Had little time to 'waste',
To see the magnamous moment
That could enlighten the disdained.

The orchid bloomed in glory
Which could attract a million gaze,
At a window corner of a dark room
When the world was 'running' away.

Her beauty remained unnoticed,
As time captured our frame
And metamorphosized us humans
To become more inhumane,
Once again.