Orchid

Petals that i saw
Of your flower
Upside down in an hour!

And the busy flight to Nature called,
Parasite, of flies who scour

Vanilla mother, your sweet-toned friends
Right side up to bees do send

Your brother down-under --
No smell can he, from beneath the grass
Through earth set free

Why then do you choose
For nectar's scent, rotten hues
And posture bent, Orchid!?