Wisdom

The bud said to the rose...

'You are open to criticism

Exposing yourself 

People stick their nose up close

To smell your scent

Bees and insects nestle

In your bosom 

Dress up in your pollen leaving

You undressed

Look at me tightly protected

With green sepals 

Away from all evil eyes 

Secure and so safe"

In defense rose replied

'A thing of beauty was created

For appreciation

My colors uplift souls have gone

Into depression

My smell inhaled clears lungs

With smoke infested 

My thorns are my weapons 

Protects and pricks the devious

Now tell me my unborn beauty

Who occupies a better position?

You or me siblings of same 

Rose Bush