The wind blows gently,
softly whispers.
Awakening wind chimes
to play their melody.
Fireflies called to gather
lighting garden path.
So their Beloved may witness
Midnight Orchids blooming.
Nature painted them
from a palette of deep vivid colors;
magenta flows to turquoise,
violet running in veins
flows to outer petals.
Their fragrance stimulates senses,
all cultivated for His pleasure.
The moon hides in the
shadows of the clouds.
So as not to be overwhelmed
by the vision of it all.
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