Guardian of beauty
Protector of petals
Not valued
Unappreciated
Dismissed and disregarded
Never understood
You carry no lush color
Your form is not regal
Your sharpness is your pain
You cut whoever is not careful
You are skinny and scant
Scrawny and faint
Living in the shadow of your neighbors glory is your fate
But you play your part dutifully
Even without the fanfare, you do it loyally
Small yet strong
And strong you stand all along
Oh Thorn
Shield of the Sublime
The Rose’s Keeper
The defender
Until they cut you
You never surrender