Orchidea.
If you were to be a flower
I wish you'd be a Wild Orchid
You so unique and wild.
With a soul different from them all
Different to touch, to hold, to look at.
If you were to be a flower
I wish you'd be a Wild Orchid
You so unique and wild.
With a soul different from them all
Different to touch, to hold, to look at.
When the sun set in the evening
An orange moon began to rise
As if the sea itself were burning
And flames leapt towards the skies
We share this world, my love and I
Parallel these shores we reside
We live and love as time goes by
With each changing of the tide
"The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly.
Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly..."
Richard Bach.