Orange Blooms

As I sit,
Lost in my far away dreamland,
My gaze set on the grey horizon beyond-
With the cool wind as my Pacific -
My eyes perchance,
Chance upon tiny orange blooms-
Standing up tall,
Braving the drift.
I look at them-enchanted.
Unbeknownst of my knowledge,
They had existed for so long,
I look around my terrace,
Amazed - at the intricate aesthetics-
Of the myriad colors splashing across.
The orange fruits stare me down,
They seems to be saying something to me.
Reprimand mayhaps of my hapless ways.
The orange color a soothing blaze,
Bold yet subtle,
Its beauty an Aphrodite in essence.
As the wind gently rustles them,
And the rain droplets shower their love,
The orange blooms dance happily-
Set to the tune of their earthly simplicity.
Unique in unity too,
Joyful in their skin-
A league ahead  of  the rest,
They seek no pretense.
And mesmerized as I looked on,
Somewhere, I sensed a connect -
Of being - of totality -
Of a solitary peace - and its resonance.
My aura an orange hue-
As I underplay the basics.
Through the Looking Glass thus,
I sought my own mirage