Thorns of Roses

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