Never settle next to a nettle ,

They say your born from the thorne .

That words can sting ,

A unlikely rash when you lash out .

Hear me out ,

Don’t sit there and pout !

Action can cause a reaction

Like a poison that reigns in your veins .

You’ll find a route ,

In your brand new boots stepping past the roots .

Don’t resist !

You’ll find your room to bloom if you persist.