Thorns Everywhere

A flower Blossomed with the first Fresh ray of sun Lovely, graceful Fragrant and beautiful A sweet soft Blow of air came And it swung in joy Suddenly it saw a thorn By its side And softly asked it to be away From his body The thorn smiled harshly And said I’m sorry I’m rigid and straightforward I have no regard For a creature like you I feel joy in piercing The soft Bodies of flowers The flower tried to save him But alas he couldn’t This fact is same For every creature It doesn’t matter Whatever its name The harshness of thorns Is everywhere The flowers suffer a lot To survive for existence there