What One Approves, Another Scorns

What one approves,
another scorns,
and thus
his nature each discloses.
You find the rosebush
full of thorns,
I find the
thornbush full of roses.
 
               — Arthur Guiterman

*I had this poem written in one of my notes and when I re-read it again, I remembered a photograph I recently took and here they are.