To the Orchid Hunter   On your journey to view the wax lip orchids you came upon a unique landscape in the semidarkness of a glade, one where the medicinal value of the rarest flowers had yet to be determined.   From a gully strewn with empty bottles of Flag Ale, a hybrid, still unknown to science, rose as pale as the lunar orb; and you were gratified you left behind that old life, summoning the courage to search for what you had found.   For a time you sat in the serenity of a windless quiet, high on the…