The Beauty of Pain

The beauty of pain is that it helps us recognize love, The awesome glory of lightening, the majestic flight of a dove. The stem of a rose is covered in thorns, But at its tip a soft, velvety flower is born. The sun that burns with a fire that could kill, But without the heat and light, all life would be nil. When we injure a leg, then heal and run, We appreciate much more, the simplicity and fun. Hurt teaches us appreciation, for the gentle moments, A dark dirge, flows into a sparkling sonnet. Without loss, love cannot grow as deep, Without fear of a fall, the trip to the top seems not as steep. Pain accents beauty, of this I am sure, The heart that has been tested, is one that will endure!