Wednesday, April 20, 2016

The Rose

Nestled in the garden
Trimmed and well kept
Behind the smooth petals
The rose flower hides
Pinkish and moist
Full of fragrance
Though it is hiding
Behind the soft folds

Bees come by
See no thorns
Try to get in
And suck the nectar
They may succeed
They may not
But they find the thorns
Whether succeeded or not