Dear heart and gentle one, 
You have trouble near the water’s edge.
Thistles’ roots take hold of you,
This valley is all you’ve ever known.
The thistles may not be aware, 
Seeing changes to speak of—I do not dare.
For all they’ve done, withstood such pain,
Strong and proud, I see their strength,
These thistles.
I reflect all the time of sadness growing,
Receiving not one damn DIME!
Their losing friends that needed losing,
Found true hearts along the way.
If these thistles become strangers,
That would be so very sad.
Tell them always so not to forget.
I love you, Thistles.
This valley is all you’ve ever had.
Pain—Strength—Survival—MST!