Thorns

February 11th, 2018

Thorns,

So sharp and vile

Glisten

as the sun reflects off of them.

Then, rain falls,

Calming down

The vicious characteristics

Of mother earth.

As the light showers end,

Dew drops linger on blades of grass.

Millions of raindrops remain,

Coating the once ferocious, needle-like substance.  

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