A Crown for Thorns

From Visual Counterpoint

With the vigour of youth,
And the ignorance of inexperience,
The bramble spread to cover the hedge.

While the sun shone it thrived,
And it grew sharp thorns for defence,
To give itself the edge.

When youth gave way to experience,
So the blackberry was born,
And seed placed with a pledge.

To give everything learned,
To the future and to keep
Doors open with a wedge.

With the colour of life lived,
And the prize of persistence,
The bramble now crowns the hedge.