Not only the flowers, but the thorns too, make a garden beautiful,
What to see and what not to is for us to decide.
Without the belief our life is a big lull,
With the choices that we make in life, we have to abide.
With the full moon sky, comes the darkest clouds,
With that beautiful flower, comes the piercing thorn.
The serene river turns into a devastating flood,
That refreshing rain throws a lightning is not forlorn.
The cool breeze can also bring a deadly hurricane,
Red could be passion for you and blood for other.
Love & Hate are but the two sides of a coin,
Stretch the horizon and stretch it further...
