An Invitation In 3 Quatrains

Forget the sweetness of life ,

Mine surpasses it ..

Needless to struggle or strife,

I just hope that I fit ..



Approach me, my hands do unfold,

And emit abundance of serenity ..

Come nearer, but weigh and behold,

You may not like my tranquility ..


I neither kiss, nor use my lips to bite,

I never show what one needs not to see ..

Yet, you just come, into my ample light,

I'm a foresaken orchid, you could be my tree!!