Poetry

Roses have thorns,
And sugar can kill
Everything can hurt you,
And even the nicest things will
Some animals poison you,
And the ones that don't bite
The world seems to be filled
With things that go bump in the night
The sunshine gives cancer,
And cool water makes you drown
All these beautiful things
Can drag you straight down
But why be depressing?
Why focus on this?
There's still beauty to be seen,
But too often it's missed
It all depends on perspective,
What's in your mind's eye
For lovely things can be seen
If you give it a try.