Bright and beautiful
There are roses
Amongst wolves
~♦~
To reach them,
One must face
The violent pack
~♦~
Each rose
Has its thorns,
But beyond them
There are wolves
Circling
~♦~
These wolves
Care not for the rose
Their violent intent
Is in their eyes
~♦~
It takes a brave
And steady soul
To reach the rose
Past the wolves
~♦~
The thorns of the rose
Burden one not
When you realize
The wolves are the true concern
~♦~
Rescuing the roses
Saving them
To preserve them with care
A noble and sacrificial aim