How could such beauty grow amid such pain and prosper as if the branches did not contribute in their fame. The answer must be jealousy. Perhaps the vine feel they are scorned, so to answer the flower's beauty it surrounds the rose with thorns. Unnoticed are the brances, for the rose is arrayed, it commands all the attention from each ones who come their way. And when the rose fade in its season, even then no one's care that the branches are still living. It is as thought, they are not there.