the prick of the thorn from that beautiful rose
sting from that fresh falling rain
the chill of that beautiful white blanket of snow
the burn of that bright sun
all things we see and never mention
the beauty of the world captivates the mind
the sting of the beauty only for a second do we mind
capture the moments that seem to fade
forget the ones that hurt so bad
live strong for the world will see the beauty within
tragedy or triumph life dose move on
a step a pace a moment to treasure
time is a ticking clock and seems to be nothing more
live for the day that you will surly forget
the midnight sky isn't far off now
treasure this time like nothing more
remember the prick of the thorn however
never forget the beauty of the rose or the fallen snow