Knowledge is a tree,
Bearer of the leaves
That flutter up high
or wither and die,
Histories from the memories
left behind.
Knowledge is a rose.
It perennially grows
when we yearn to know.
The beauty one seeks from it
is far from meek,
but the truth may prick like thorns.
Knowledge is a vessel
Caught between rogue waves
That pull at either side.
But at the end of the day,
Knowledge is a our striving to learn,
And how we learn to strive.