The Stone and the Orchid

In a garden, in the blossoms' entwine,
Lived an orchid, her beauty divine.
With petals like silk and a fragrance so sweet,
All passersby stopped, their hearts skipped a beat.

Then came a stone, rugged and grey,
And he spoke to the orchid in a curious way:
'You’re lovely, dear blossom, it’s plainly true,
But beauty, my darling, is found more in hue.'

The orchid replied, with a graceful sway,
'Yet you’re cold and unyielding, come what may.
I bloom in the warmth, with life all around,
While you sit in silence, unmoved by sound.'

The stone, unperturbed, in his voice strong and bold,
Said, 'I can be beautiful if your warmth I hold.
Let me be your shelter, your strength and your home,
In my steadfast presence, together we’ll roam.'

The orchid pondered, her heart took a chance,
Could there be beauty through a stone's steadfast stance?
So she wrapped her roots ‘round the stone with delight,
In warmth they embraced, creating new light.

Now nestled together, they flourish as one,
The orchid brings colour; the stone, strength like sun.
They both learned the lesson - though different, they thrived,
That beauty resides in the hearts that are alive.
Two souls in their journey, both nurture and grow,
In harmony’s grace, true beauty we know.