my orchid

I smear love on top of the auburn land,
Watching it soak promtly deep below;
Each morning the sprinkler waters my soil,
An orchid, soon, born to dwell with me.

Winters come and go
But never leave for life,
Springs ,too, return to visit;
Summers and falls linger to sniff her scent,

Never, want to say farewell to my flower.

Nice one Tran