Have you ever wondered why roses have thorns?
Maybe it’s a danger they forewarn.
The greatest beauty comes at a price,
Some call it a needed sacrifice.
The greatest moments of our lives
Don’t happen when the person tries.
They are serendipitous blessings
That can happen in any setting.
Just like thorns on a wondrous rose
From the pain, that beauty arose.
Stars are examples of this too
Coming from voids with light anew.
Kindred souls who float around
In a universe like this abound
Lost, unguided and without purpose
Until their story comes to surface.
A wave of trust broken and skewed
More than one dream condemned and doomed.
A raging fire burning itself out
A bright light in a world of drought
When the beacon slowly fades
So will the stories die away
Until a new dawn comes again
And the rain finally ends.
When the stars finally glow
They shine so bright that you will know.
A kaleidoscope of colors seen
Truly a wonder out of a dream.
This coordinated storm of emotions appears
When one finally lets go of fears.
The sounds coming from those souls
Is a melody the world truly knows
Of times and times again brought forth
Giving life a meaning and worth.
Not all fires burn bright or forever
But those that do never sever
The bond that has been deeply forged
By souls in kind, alone no more.
Dreams that dare to grow and gleam
Will guide your life just like a beam
Just like the rose has its many thorns
Golden souls are weathered and torn.
Stars of shining, giving light
Adorn the emptiness of night
Because the world claims in plight
Without knowing the beauty of life.
When dreams shine and burn bright
There is nothing that will dim their sight.
One final word of honest truth
Don’t fear failure in your youth
Stars will flicker and will die
If life wants them to say goodbye.
Close that window, pass that page;
My dear, things get better with age.
