Sucking the juice thick
Attached to grean stem
Stood a moth flaring at me.
Scared a bit
Astonished at its fit
I approached to explore it.
Aroma bonny
Encaptivate my psyche
Until I discover moth orchid.
Queen of winter
Boring only three leaves
Forming hanging garden.
Phalaenophis orchid
You resemble to moth
With an aroma unique to define.
A pure magnificent poem. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Captivating picture of the 'hanging garden' on a tree. The poem nicely captures the magic of these plants as well as the mysticism attached to it as you felt it at first sight. Thanks a lot.