My cat Henry, is a Wild Rose.
He often says, in his usual prose:
“Feed yourself, be inspired
Don’t be scared to choose:
There are so many paths ahead,
Comparing with others is no use.
Everyone has their own unique flavour,
We are all perfect, exactly what and where we are meant to be:
I’m a Wild Rose, with my own endeavour
But one may be a red scarlet poppy
If you are a wild weed, then you should be proud
You are free to grow wherever you like
And your colours can speak aloud
You may have thorns or spikes
But your wildness is your beauty.”