Rooted Wings

Rooted deep
Wings flapping in the breeze
The pink ladies slipper orchid smiles
So close to the ground and grounded in beauty
I found you there hiding behind a tall oak tree
Or did you find me wandering and lost
Some days I am so perplexed
I too have rooted wings
Buried in a long past
Glued to the present
Searching for a
Future

After reading your poem the tiny orchid looked like a face with wings behind him.
Beautiful words to fit a wonderful photo. I hope those glued wings will become separated and set you soaring.