The Lady Slipper

As you stand so free in your field 
Protected in some parts of the world 
In my land you are plentiful and real 
In stillness I stare at your beauty  
The delicateness of your petals invoke feelings of delight 
As the sun beams down to nurture with its great might
I worry about the thundering rain storm that keeps me inside 
To my delight I find it has made you stronger 
I stare as the moments pass on
My garden enriched by your presence. 
 
Maria Lisa Polegatto 
Feb 28, 2008