Watching From the Bosa Nova

He was an alien, landing on Earth in a dream or maybe on a spaceship shaped like a cloud.  He had four human-like limbs and a weird yellow fuzz all over.  He slept in a Bosa Nova flower at night and dreamt of his planet lightyears from heaven and earth but always near in his heart.  Silent and still during the days, he danced on the leaves and flew through the air once the sun set and the humans closed their eyes.  He loved the rain which reminded him of his home full of lushness and green.  He wondered how he landed on Earth and maybe why.  He paid no mind to when he would ascend.  He was a watcher from his spot tucked in the begonia bloom.  Vigilant as the woman tending the giant hanging plant that had become his home, who snipped off old blossoms that might contain a relative.  But he never worried.  For he knew that when that curly-haired human picked off one Bosa Nova bloom after another to make way for the new, his lemon-colored alien brothers and sisters would head home with news of the strange world called Earth.  And so he took it all in from the comfort of his shelter, watching the world of Earth go by.  

The Bolivian Begonia originates from montane cloud forests
on the eastern side of the Andes in Bolivia and Argentinia.  
This one resides in Maine.