Jealousy among the Thorns

How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain,
And prosper as if the branches,
Did not contribute in their fame.

The simple answers jealousy,
The vines feel they are scorned,
So to counter the flower's beauty,
It surrounds the rose in thorns.

Unnoticed are the branches,
For the rose is so arrayed,
It commands all the attention,
From each who comes its way.

When the rose fades in its season,
It seems that no one cares's,
That the branches are still living,
It’s as though, they are not there.