Thorns as beautiful as roses

When you are not eager to acquire

You have everything, to admire.

Then bushes will be as lustrous as daisy

And praise thee, weeds , though not crazy.

Shall awe you, even the darkest storm

As shall do,

Fairy in the night of prom.

Thee shall find beauty, in all

Be it skinny, dwarf or tall.

Then will not, thou eyes filter reality,

To soothe thee and thy mentality.

Will not then mind crave for beautiful few

Whilst, will see thee, beauty

Even in timid dew.

Then crow will regain ancient charm

Ruined by cuckoo's apartheid and bedlam