Orange flowers
Small and sweet
Colours like the sunset
Everywhere the eye can see
They look like a ****
But they are so beautiful to me

Small little flowers
Some pink, some white
Like a fresh blanket of snow
But sharp like ice

Then last but not least
We have the minors thorns
Tying everything together
Showing there is pain within the beauty
No matter what we can still grow
Through the rain and through the snow
And blossom into a wonderful flower