'Thistle and Rose'

*1*
Long ago on an island
Albion Alba sowed thistles and roses
By chance a thistle and a rose fell in the same spot.
Time passed
They grew
Rose first
Thistle next
Competing for life.
Albion could not kill one without killing the other
"Let them decide their fate," said she,
And took her leave.

*2*
Rose was alone
A barren survivor
Surrounded by its companion thistle.
"The seeds I send are taken
Before given a chance to bloom
Unlike your offspring
Covering the field
Stinging each other."
Thistle held its own
One seed bore fruit
Claiming space near the rose.

*3*
Alba returned
Saw the rose guarded
Its thistle dead.
"Wilting rose
You will die in time
As did your thistle cousin
No need pruning
Nothing cheats Death."
She buried the thistle
Paying the rose little heed
And continued sowing.

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