Flower vs. Thorn

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There was a garden, a garden of glory,
Where threatened species thrived securely
The common blossoms too, but amid variety,
The scintillating Rose reigned superior.

As I hear Rose, the inner eye of mine could see,
Its petals, red and white and pink;
Its leaves as green as nature’s gold
With sparkling dews, it sustains the entire shoot.

The Rose, not by nature was it grown,
But science brought it through propagation.
The seeds then sown in soil, to shoot up
And glitter gallons of perpetual glows.

From a golden vessel, we fed the infant plant
With air and water. Yet dung too from the same vessel.
But alas! the plant possesses prickles,
Baffled, I then thought, “Why it possesses?”

May be for its self defence, or if not,
Let the thorns wither before blossom.
But as it bloomed, the beauty gained marvelous fame,
And its thorns remained as mere shadows.
Hundreds in variety, they impart an infinite joy.