Phalaenopsis

Plant a golden seed,

And the universe will find it, shape it.

It will glow and liquify and taste as sweet as honey.

Attraction beating at it's centre, roots begin to form.

Watching from your window, you'll see sprouts of love 

Tearing up the ground.

Breaking through the surface.

And your conservation will pull such life toward the sky.

Plant a golden seed, and check the label:

This will give you all you need.

Love extracting, like water being lifted from a well.

Anger burned away, in a fire that killed the hell.

Subterranean

Scratching it's way out.

Your beauty is your charm.

One finger to touch,

Hits the snooze for the alarm.

Pushing through a capsule,

A seed that wants the sky.

I see it both ways, now.

And underground will always

Be our hiding place.

The heat on the surface 

Is the reminder of the sun.