My Dream State #4

Hey beauty-full. Another poem out of my collection. Have a nice read and a nice day. <3

Anger, sadness and all this raging.
Where such behavior leads us?
It is only thorns. Those same thorns,
that grew here all these years.
Never saw it, never noticed,
then, like some soldier, squashed straight over it.
All that was needed,
was this Moment, so pathetic,
to notice the point,
of this beeing just current unKnown.
These thorns, which grew here so many years,
gave me a Moment, gave me a clear,
to realize finally,
about the Beauty of the world.