Thorns

by Shauqi Shiro

The tall thorny tree - a silk floss tree stand in the wide jungle,

Standing still as it is, a Rafflesia tries to mingle.

Thorns cut a bit on the stranger, as it senses danger;

Startled but oblivious as scar cuts not to the harm bringer.

Thorns small as sharp as pointy nails it bears,

Wondering not the penalties it wears.

They are not afar but so damn near,

Why does the silk floss tree need to fear?

The thorny tree is blind like a pawn,

That a steeply straight scar can be sewn.