Hidden Grace (Poem)

In a garden where roses gracefully bloom,  

There’s a thorn that catches the light of the moon.  

It stands out with a beauty both sharp and rare,  

A delicate wonder that floats on the air.

It’s not the flower that draws the eye near,  

But the thorn that’s hidden, yet crystal clear.  

It glimmers in sunlight, a gem in disguise,  

A reminder that beauty can often surprise.

It pricks with a touch, yet it’s gentle and small,  

A reminder that grace isn’t just in the fall.  

So here’s to the thorn with its elegant grace,  

A lesson in beauty in a humble place.