Guardians sow seeds, some few
While they influence and mold
Rain- love wisdom and view
The bud begins to unfold
Anchored firmly in the ground
Small brain sponges up the dew
Retaining complex hold
Directions to aspire to
The blossoming to behold
Sweetened tad above the mound
Teenage thorns, the stem comes thru
Refusing to be controlled
In full bloom, defiant hue
Crippled petals start to fold
Yielding blossoms can't be found
With age, time....the plant will renew
Reblooming with praise untold
Soaking in lights grace on cue
The legends of thorns retold
Sower and seed forever bound
