Four Banners, Four Standards

Four Flowers, Four Weathers

Four Kings, Four Countries

Four Winds, Four Directions

Upon their fields of shade and light.

Flowers, or birds appear to fly across

my sight.

Four there were,

But I can only remember One.

The First they called it,

And also the most beautiful.

A combination of soft reds, glacial turquoise,

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Deep purple and delicate lavender

That could stir the heart before the

main feature had caught the eye.

Two fluttering orchids as pink as cherry blossom,

Seeming to fly across a pale lilac moon.

A crest, an emblem,

A banner, A Standard,

Four there were,

And I wish that I could remember

the others,

But I would not have any one of them replace

the Orchids of the North.