The Orchid  

I dig my colored pencils out
To see what they will draw today.

A line appears, it curves a touch,
....And there goes one... that way.

It fills the page... wait, what was that?
A leaf is taking shape.

I recognize the way it curves
Than stops...... and turns this way.

The pencil keeps on moving,
in a graceful swoop and swirl,

I watch, and I am filled with awe
As it builds a little curl.

I see the many leaves of green,
that stems hold on the mat.

Ahhhh there's something happening there,
A petal's grown from that.

A flower blooms upon the page
An Orchid, white and pure.

The colored pencils, know their stuff.
It's gorgeous,  to be sure.

(by KarenD 1/14/04)