Life is like a garden,
a product of nature, taken for granted, yet needing care.

There are thorns that scatter the area,
threatening to tear through the fragilest of hearts.
Some are stubby, others are sharp,
but none are unable to leave scars.

But thorns do not inhabit a garden alone,
for there are flowers;
reminders of the garden's beauty,
things that are worth smiling for.
No matter what they are, whether they be
roses of love,
daisies of buoyancy,
or cornflowers of hope,
the flowers are what makes a garden worth growing through it all.