Budding Pricks

Each Rose that grows.
Has with it budding pricks.
With potential not to show.
Their ability to sting and stick.
If the Rose becomes picked prematurely.
And...
Without noticing this to be aware of it,
That beautiful Rose to bloom and grow.
Now is protected and has thorns thick.

When a Rose grows to captivate and awe,
Some will get close enough to sniff.
With a grabbing onto its stem.
To know it wrong.
Like a stinging from a bee.
Leaving one to remember,
Not everything is beautiful to admire and see.
Is easy to pick up.
From where it was to pluck.
Without examining first,
What could be beneath it.
To assume it could be had to grab.
Then to become surprised,
By size of its hidden and thick thorn.

'You do mean thorns.
Like in plural?'

That depends on the Rose.
Where it was to have touched.
Before carefully examining,
Its gender!

'What?'

All beautiful Roses to see and admire.
Are not first nutured.
With a removing of their pricks.
To believe one thorn,
Stops growing on to surprise...
The hopeful picking plucker.

'And...
Your comments about Roses
IS about Roses, right?'

A Rose is a Rose.
What else could a Rose be?
To grow with budding pricks!