Innocent in the beginning, snow on an open field or a leaf just breaking the earth's surface.
Change occurs slowly, forming a base from the winds, sun and growing with limits unknown.
Beautiful in every way, simple, harmless and constantly expanding.
Obstacles are challenged, overcome easily at times others more difficult yet every one provides strength and knowledge.
Over time innocence is losing it's aura, like the drifts growing and the thorns getting sharper.
There's beauty there, maybe not as harmless and the expansion overpowering at times.
This is only the forming of something much larger than you had thought and there's much more to enjoy or to fear.
You might ask why I wrote this? Simple really, I've found people that have learned there's something good behind the sharp and drifting walls that I have. Granted, you might get hurt a little and I'm sorry, but as time goes on those thorns become thinner and finding your way through the drifts is easier. Thanks to the few people that read this and if you're one of the unfortunate ones that have gone through the drifts and been cut by my thorns, this is for you and THANKS.
