Wrapped in a series of tangled twines;

How many of us see the knots;

Which protect us from the thorns;

How many of us cherish the thorns;

For that which they do for us?


You see a thorn and you say;

Oh my; oh God; such dismay!

A beautiful flower shunned;

But the thorn gives the flower protection;


How many of you see it this way?

We are all here but once and not everyday;

You cherish not what you can keep,

Yet you look for that which you do not seek!