A trail of thorns pierces the perfumed rose
Splinters ambush from wooden worlds,
When thorns shatter joy
Splinters fell hopeful forests
When opposites meet
Must they shatter and destroy?
Both sunlight and thorns bloom the rose,
Tending hands nurture it into years,
Life carpenters work the wood
Filling cracks with hope
Smoothing knotholes with courage
Sizing splinters into toothpicks.
Uniting the rose and wood
Into optimistic growing.