You are an enduring natural beauty of immeasurable quality.
The blanket of pink flowers that embrace your lovely branches
conceal an internal strength and a unique unwavering grace
for not even the torrential flood waters of life
or the relentless savagery of a soulless pair of hands
could overcome your will and stubborn resilience
to rip you out by the root and rape you of your splendor.
Despite it all you remain just as desirable as ever
full of a yearning passion that could never be denied.
Fear not these tired rugged old hands for they are mere extensions
of a loving heart, full of more patience, and understanding
than you have ever known or could even begin to imagine.
I fear not your painful sharp thorns or the blood they may draw
for I know in my heart they were put there to preserve you.