The Hiding Flower

I can see you clearly
Though to some you are still invisible;
Amongst the nearby roses and daffoldils,
Endeavouring to conceal your mature sounds
As I passed by you with my hounds,
I felt mortified to uncover your existence
In so doing,
I promptly understood your intrinsic nature
And therefore let you grow
Away from self-consciousness;
The latter, merely your pet aversion
Oh, frankly I burst into laughter
As I behold your petals in bloom;
From now on, to all you have become visible;
I am awfully sorry for that.