An Orchid's Second Chnace

As I wandered through the field
A ray of colour making its stand
Protecting its heart as a shield.
As it slowly reaches for my hand
The sun glistens and gleams.

My fingers graze its soft ruffles
Taking me to a world with no pain.
They never meant for any trouble.
It sits in my hand wiping away the stain
Of my broken promises.

The wind starts blowing west
But the flower lingers tall and proud.
The dead petals are to be left
For new ones to be as soft as the clouds,
Without the burden of its past identity.

An optimistic, obedient orchid
Can change even the smallest things.
Can change to wholesome from morbid.
Its stem twists like a string
Growing from its past, to new future.