Western Underground Orchid

In hidden depths of earthly shade,
Where sunbeams scarce the darkness made,
A rare and wondrous sight was seen,
The Western Underground Orchid, a queen.

Its petals soft as velvet fine,
In hues of purple, pink, and wine,
It bloomed within the damp, dark ground,
A gem of beauty, unbound.

The stems so slender, tall and proud,
With leaves that curled like tendrils loud,
The orchid's beauty, unfurled and found,
In this underground, a secret profound.

The scent it gave, so sweet and strong,
Like perfume from a far-off song,
It filled the air, a fragrant thrill,
And brought to mind, a wondrous still.

The Western Underground Orchid, a gem,
A treasure found, in this dark domain,
A symbol of hope, a vision grand,
In this place, where darkness ruled the land.