When The Predator Becomes The Prey
Standing in a garden of paradise
My eyes beheld a rose
Its thorns invisible to my gaze
The succulent flowers flung me in a craze
As my strides pulled me closer
“How radiant would my world become?”
I began to ponder
Reaching with words to feel its splendor
It swayed as though it sensed a predator
Again and again my voice tried to enter
Clearly this garden had a great defender
I left the scene in pure displeasure
And planned a way to future conquer
The weeks brought my plans together
And soon the rose was mine to pamper
Oh my!
The thorns began to conquer
With succulence evaporating as the clock ticked over
Poking thorns bled me green
A pain like which I had never seen
Roses like which I saw only in a dream
Now took over my entire team
With my blood watering their roots
I withered away:- unable to fill my boots
