In the heavy dirt roots a sturdy, brown stalk covered in black blades, like armor ready for war. As One traces their eyes up the stem, vile brown turns vert, and thorns become hidden behind broad leaves. Further up, the sinister spikes soften to an almost crystal cream in color, as if transformed into jewels draping a delicate wrist. At the top of this foliage fortress, the most alluring and exquisite bloom flirts on a breeze. Soft, silken petals adorn a sharp sheathed vine–a perfect counterpoint to crown the wiry warrior below.
There is much to say about all things having an opposite.