Classic Poem

I brought a humble orchid into my room
and have since, for years, been intent on nurturing it.
A light shower, and I've taken it outside,
delighting in the sprouting purple buds.
Mornings I watched it, evenings I caressed it,
examining the flower buds a number of times.
I've taken up the brush to paint its piteous figure,
composed poems to praise its lasting grace.
From the care needed to raise an orchid,
I've learned how people bring up children.