Sowing a Seed To Make Me Bleed

Much consideration was spent choosing a seed with intent  For I didn't want a weed, I had a much higher need So I planted the seed deep in the Earth with caution not heed Hoping it was heaven sent, it grew strong proud and slightly bent But unknowingly to me I was sowing a seed to make me bleed It wonderously grew with an amazing stock of emerald blue When a violet flower did appear I let out an ecstatic joyous cheer But it was to good to be true for a thorn made a breakthrough  My blood did smear for my touch it seemed to unquestionable fear I did not try to construe for some things just happen to be askew I dug up the little dear and gifted to a friend with a saddened tear * I was literally entering the contest as last poem, but someone beat me to it.