#9 Poetry – Thorns

Would it be easy if winter was warmer,
Snow came down in summer so hot?
Would we realise the worth of a rainfall,
Would the wait be worth a shot?

I stand against a well lit wall,
I stare at a void dark blind
My puny thorns are growing inwards,
Don’t look at them if you be so kind

Sooner or later, I will flourish!