The Winter Morning

As I walk through the orchid fields,

I feel a cold breeze going down my spine,

This orchid field has a lot of comfort to yield,

If only these blooming flowers were all mine,

Just mine so I would not have to share,

This winter morning was not ordinary, 

Maybe because of the cold air,

Or maybe because of the ripe berries,

Whatever it was, it felt comforting, 

Like a warm hug on a cold winter morning.