Entirely Busy Being Roses

"Wild roses," I said to them one morning, "Do you have the answers? And if you do, would you tell me?" The roses laughed softly. "Forgive us," they said, "But as you can see, we are just now entirely busy being roses." 
~ Mary Oliver.

The photo: pink roses growing profusely in the parking lot (yes, the parking lot) at Hills Plaza, where we were shopping.

The soundtrack song: Poison, Every Rose Has Its Thorn.