The Lemon Spider Orchid

She rests on delicate sandy hills, inhaling the salt remaining from a nearby lake

All alone the only thing she can see is the looming weeds slowly creeping towards her.

She gracefully sways in the wind all alone, not a friend in sight.

The memory of her destroyed home and family still lingers

I lay down on the sandy hill watching the orange painted sky fade to black.

For her it's another night alone