a plant takes hold

In the wild’s embrace, a plant takes hold, Tribulus terrestris, thorns unfold, Its yellow blooms greet the sun’s bright gleam, Yet in its pods, a spiked regime.

Like a goat’s head, sharp points abound, A mimicry of thorns, firmly wound, But Thoreau might see, in nature’s guise, Resilience blooms ‘neath piercing skies.

Amidst life’s struggles, this plant thrives, A balance struck, where beauty thrives, In Walden’s realm, a lesson found, Tribulus terrestris stands, profound.