weed or flower,rock or gemstone?
too many people judge a book by it's cover,
never knowing if they'll find hate or a lover,
not to open and look inside,
nor to read the wonders they may hide,
passing by a wonderful soul,
just to act like a mindless troll,
open the mind and open the heart,
give them a chance,give them a start,
to prick the finger or tickle the nose,
th' tiny prick came from a rose,
a gem stone has many sides,
so much beauty where nothing may hide,
but once was a rock that fashion denied,
the wonders of nature hidden inside...
LonelySoul