Why Roses Have Thorns ?

In gardens fair, where beauty lies,
The rose, adorned in vibrant dyes,
Its petals soft, a fragrant bloom,
But guarded well by thorns, a gloom.

Why does this flower wear its spikes,
That pierce the skin like sharpened pikes?
Why do its tendrils fiercely cling,
And cause us pain when we draw near?

The rose, a symbol of love’s embrace,
Reflects the human heart’s own space,
For life, like roses, bears its thorns,
And through our journey, pain is born.

For every joy, a tear may fall,
And every rise, a sudden fall,
In every smile, a hint of woe,
In every love, a chance to grow.

The thorns, they teach us to be wise,
To guard our hearts from sweet disguise,
To see beyond the surface’s gleam,
And cherish truth in every dream.

For roses bloom in contrast’s light,
Their thorns a reminder, shining bright,
That life’s complexities we must embrace,
For joy and pain both leave a trace.

So let us learn from roses bold,
Their beauty wrapped in thorns untold,
And find the strength to face each day,
With grace and love, come what may.

For just as roses bloom and fade,
Our lives are but a fleeting shade,
But with each thorn, we learn to see,
The beauty in our own journey.