Roses have thorns, so does a cactus plant
We love them for their beauty; both enchant!
Relationships come with pleasure and pain...
They have their pricks and also their gain
The Cactus symbolises a strong, brave life...
Reminds me of a friend who overcame strife!
A creeper is weak, so she finds and clings to a strong wall...
Shy, diffident despite the delight she gives them all!
The cactus is resolute, stands alone in the land barren and waste,
It flinches not, it fears not, it has no haste!
We love them for their beauty; both enchant!
Relationships come with pleasure and pain...
They have their pricks and also their gain
The Cactus symbolises a strong, brave life...
Reminds me of a friend who overcame strife!
A creeper is weak, so she finds and clings to a strong wall...
Shy, diffident despite the delight she gives them all!
The cactus is resolute, stands alone in the land barren and waste,
It flinches not, it fears not, it has no haste!
Sunset reveries make this cactus sweet...
It may hurt, it may be harsh but i repeat
I have a thousand lessons to learn from this cactus which has grown,
Thrift, sobriety, simplicity, the courage to stand aloof and alone!!
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