A bush of the berry is like life,
it's fruit is sweet , it's thorn strife.
It's possibilites are sweet,
jagged thorns leave you to bleed.
The running of it stem is rough,
such as in life trials tough.
Never smooth from end to end,
it's many thorns require mend.
Nurtured in the true light of love,
grows in graces from above.
it's many tears will hydrate roots,
lessons learned in mercied truths.
But the berry dark and sweet,
It's bounty lends to reason.
Grace is found despite defeat,
balanced in it's varied seasons.
~~~Suseann~~~
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