The Blue Star Sun Orchid

Shining bright with morning dew

Petals of colour; lavender and blue

A plant that’s so beautiful, elegant,

But to us humans it seems irrelevant.

The blue bright star tries to call our name,

We think it’s okay but we are to blame

Does it not have a mouth, or do we not have ears,

We're controlling its fate like mad puppeteers

Blue just like the reflection of the sky,

In the wind precious petals will fly

We can only wonder when it will die,

Can we still save it? We’re running out of time

It dances in the breeze

Ballerina arms, a blue tiny tree

It’s all up to us to make things right

We all should see its beauty in the light