The rose is a majestic flower,

and you can see them all around the tower.

We all see them as a sign of love,

much like weddings and doves.

But we all forget about the thorn,

pick the rose up carelessly and your skin will be torn.

If you’re lucky blood won’t be drawn,

if it is, no need to put a bandage on.

It’ll feel like a quick prick,

but you won’t ever get sick.

The pain won’t last long,

so just keep playing along.

Never let your emotions show,

or the pain will begin to grow.

The rose won’t last long at all,

and most certainly won’t last until fall.

So next time you see this flower on a trail,

remember that it is very frail.

So pick it up ever so kindly,

and of course not blindly.

But don’t be sad when it withers away,

and don’t be led astray.

More will grow soon,

Just sing it a tune,

and it will all be okay,

so just kneel down and pray.

It just needs your kindness and love,

and they will be something we all can be proud of.