Bird of Paradise

©2002 by Andrea Ross-Greene

She bathes in the morning sun
She sways in the evening breeze
This flower in flight
In orange and blue
She’s a masterpiece

She’s the Bird of Paradise Always reaching for the skies
When I touch her I’m always surprised
At this riddle of fragile strength I gaze at her at length
The Bird of Paradise

She lights an internal fire
To stave off the winter chill
Her petals may fall
Her color may fade
But even frost can’t kill

This Bird of Paradise Always reaching for the skies
When I touch her I’m always surprised
At this riddle of fragile strength I gaze at her at length
The Bird of Paradise

A swatch of green appears
And presses away the gloom
She’s fed by the earth
And washed by the rain
When Spring begins to bloom

She’s the Bird of Paradise Always reaching for the skies
When I touch her I’m always surprised
At this riddle of fragile strength I gaze at her at length
The Bird of Paradise