Beautiful Existence

I wrote this poem in about the 7th grade:

Throughout the world
its beautiful face
its brightening color
stand out with grace


As I go to possess this thing
I feel it suddenly stab my skin

This, like life,
is seen with charm
but just as I grasp it
it causes harm

Then seeing it again, as it falls to the ground
I see something I had not found

The sun that shines on the rose of red
brings to the tips a golden thread

Though life's pains that I am forced to sip,
this painful rose has golden tips.