Among Thorns is Bliss

Sparrows fly and roam,
But a rose bush is home,
Where among thorns they sit,
Yet not complain one bit.

Content with what they've got,
They don't require a lot;
To me they teach
Joy is within reach.

It's up to me
To be free:
Free from worry,
Free from hurry.

I can find
Peace of mind
When I accept what is:
Among thorns is bliss.