I am the treasure

I am the flower

I am the delicate rose

The beauty amidst the nothingness

Covered and disclosed

The rose itself as many thorns

Thorns to keep her safe

To protect her from the savage desert

Haunted, she hides her face

Who knows, who knows, who knows?

That the treasure is a rose

The rose, she hoped and prayed one day her value would be exposed

She will never forget the man

Who did not fight the thorns

The one who gave up quickly, who sat, and laughed, and scored