As a flower ready to bloom,
I dare not open too soon.
My fragile petals I need to protect,
Of my essence, I don’t want predators to detect.
I am not yet ready.
How can I compare to the summer bloom,
The skies above and the magnificent creatures down below?
I am nothing more than a bud waiting to flower,
And not the freshest, nor the most beautiful.
I wish I was rosier, my petals larger.
I wish my stem was longer
And my colours more vibrant in the sun.
So many things are not what they should be.
So many things are wrong with me.
And yet they tell me I’m so precious.
How can this be?
Oh, my sister why can’t you be like me?
Unlike you, I can’t wait to unfold and be out in the world.
I’m so beautiful and light,
My colours are radiant and bright.
Nothing compares to me.
I’m the ultimate sight.
Can you not see how my stem stands tall?
How my petals are ready and perfectly formed?
These creatures down below they worship me
And the colour of sky pales above.
I am the most expensive and sought after orchid, money can buy.
Of what I say, I do not lie.
… wait a minute, if I’m not mistaken, we’re twins!
What I say of me must be true of you!
By J M Lysun