Category: poem

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,…