The Hidden Flower

Beautiful, untamed and pure as light,
She sits apart from all in sight.
None such before has ever grown
Nor such after will ever be known.

Content to lie in the shade of trees,
Peaceful comfort beneath the leaves,
Her every need is sufficiently met
Without knowing due, duty, nor debt.

The world continues without concern
That such a life has been spurned.
It does not know or care for this
Gem of nature in its midst.

But what a sin against creation
To imagine one petal without elation?
What hope is there of such thought?
For in the glen, there is naught.

How to share this graceful beauty?
Who can deny once they can see?
Who can embrace such glorious majesty?
Alas, there is but only me.

The End

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