In the garden where flowers bloom,
poppies, sunflowers and rose bushes grew.
The thorns disagreed.
They poked the flowers that wanted to grow and live,
but the thorns were angry at the sums of flowers with beauty and colour.
They were jealous and If they weren't stunning, nothing will be but
the saplings grew into trees, mountaining over the thorns,
surrounding them, the thorns could not hurt the trees or flowers anymore,
the thorns slowly died and at the end,
they were sorry...for what they done.