Throughout the grass and the gum leaves,

 the bright purple colour of the Thelymitra glistened.

The Scented Sun Orchid surrounded by green. 

 

Yelling out but no one listens.

Trying to make people listen. 

Trying to run away.

The scent sparkles with sorrow in the sun.

Unique like the Australian land.

Tall like the grass around it.

 

Gracefully glistening and glowing.

Blossoming blissfully in the ballroom.

 

Swaying soothingly within the fields.

People walking by and ignoring the Scented Sun Orchid is there.

 

No one helping it. 

Swaying around so people will notice.

But no one does.