A Blossom Amidst Thorns

In gardens of struggle, where petals unfold, A resilient flower blooms, young and bold. Like success, its beauty draws the eye, But few see the thorns that pierce the sky. Its delicate form, a testament to might, Weathering storms through darkest night. Yet, when its beauty shines, all celebrate, And forget the struggles that made it great. But when petals fall and storms prevail, The flower stands alone, with no tale to tell. No praise, no cheers, just silent pain, A reminder that success is fleeting gain. Like life’s own journey, where hardships roam, The flower’s strength lies in its roots at home. For when the world’s applause begins to fade, Only character remains, unafraid. In economies harsh, where dreams are tried, The flower’s resolve is tested, side by side. But still, it blooms—a beacon bright, Guiding us through life’s darkest night. For success has many fathers, true, But failure’s an orphan, with none to renew. Yet in the flower’s story we find A tale of resilience, intertwined. When crowds cheer on, and fortune smiles, Remember the thorns that made it worthwhile. And when darkness falls, and none remain, Draw strength from roots that still sustain.