The Perfect Rose

The well worn path, Familiar with my footprints My secret place to hide n seek An old gazebo adorned in a riot of wild roses The sweet fragrance fills my soul Peaceful; time is not cruel here. Yellow daffodils, violets, pink peonies, red rose Birds on a wire chatter their woes Restless.... seeking.... I wander aimlessly.... Overgrown path and untamed jungle standing tall against the odds Awaiting my obscured fate Thorns, thistles and brambles Feral beasts lie in wait to devour so.... Why do I always seek the perfect rose amongst the thistles?