The hidden beauty

You are such a rare and alluring
flower standing all alone in
the deepest of forest,

you are rarely gazed upon by
human eyes,

You do not parade or elicit
praise, you hide among the
ferns and green foliage,

to gaze upon your delicate
pedals, one must pull away
at the intertwining vines,

the vines try to choke your beauty
in their venomous crime,

your beauty is beyond reproach,
so why do you hide, there's no
reason or rhythm,

Oh beautiful flower what has
created such beautiful pedals,
was it the rain or the rich fertile
soil,

someone has made you and is
exhausted from toil,

Never have I seen such beauty
that comes naturally, so I ask?

beauty of the most beautiful, come
out of the lush green,

so you can dance in my fondest
of dreams.