• A rose is a rose
    A thorn is a thorn
    But look at the stem
    And you'll find it's more worn.

    The rose on its shoulders,
    The thorns on its back
    For all of its burden
    It never does crack.

    So if you should see
    A rose standing near
    Think not of its beauty
    Or dangers so clear-

    Instead think of this
    That thin little vine
    It holds up its treasures
    Like gold and like wine.