Beauty In Brambles

The gardener saw beauty in brambles
as his loving gaze fell upon me.
My roots reached all the way back to his own
entwined through time beneath an ancient tree.

And I was no bad apple in his eyes
but the apple of his eye.
He saved a seed from rocky ground,
so it was not lost but found
and would not die.

He planted me in the core of his heart
and let me thrive there.
His face became my sunlight,
his love became my air.

And when his petals withered
and winter turned him grey.
I tendered to our garden
so it would not fade away.

Then from a bunch of brambles
I became a tree!
And now there's an apple in my own eye
whose never far from me.