There is Beauty Within Chaos

A rose that blooms en wreathed in thorns
and battles to reach the sun
is more beautiful for its struggles
like a smile borne through tears

Vines that seem to choke the trees
and steal life from their branches
drape elegantly to the earth
and weave their unique patterns

A stream that cannot freely flow
but instead tumbles over boulders
and crashes, splashes, makes a fuss
turns noise into its melody

There is beauty within chaos;
Perhaps the greatest of all.