I pricked my finger on a thorn once.
It was froma rosebush, that had
beautiful red roses.
As I watched the blood trickle,
I noticed the velvet petals and
leaned forward to smell one.
I suppose life isn't always
full of roses.
People admire the beautiful flowers,
but forget about the lurking thornls.
But sometimes it takes that
one sharp pain to help you
notice the beauty of everything
And appreciate the life you have.
Just like the thorns of a rose.
Kou-chan
