In the Jungle

Dendrobiums, dark pink blooms dangling down,
And gray-green mottled spoon-shaped leaves, roots, ground
Far from them; they grow on trees, rocks, forms found
All dancing daintily. They, drooping, drown
With droplets white, and fill with waking wonder
Each looking eye. The colors echo each
Bright combination; colors carry, catch
Threads threatening the three thousand thick thunder
Birds bringing orchids new, bluer blossoms
Around the new-found sounds the ants allow
Near nectar they protect, or nourish now
For fire-filled frenzies focusing those flotsams
That carry the crazed ants to crisply cool
Plants pushing flowers over a pure pool.