Cactus plants are amazing, in oh, so many ways
They live on little water, in fact, they can go for days

The protection they have is ruthless, with thorns as large as life
Those thorns can stick and tear you, as of they were a knife

When given time and proper rain, the bloom they share is gorgeous
Colors coming, from such a plant, is like an optical chorus

The Joshua and the Prickly, even the Barbary fig
All have blooms that will blow your mind, but it's just the deserts gig...

Brian Hill - 2019#121
Inspired by the cactus bloom

Curled up, shaking,waiting
Laid a husky amongst the paper white snow.
Beside the train track, hugged by the cold air
Laid a faithful dog who had waited too long.

Just how many trains must pass?
How many men must step foot outside the train?
And how long must she wait before he arrives?

Was it fate who parted them,
Or was it just another page of her book?

How long did she wait?
Till summer went by,
Till the Autumn leaves kissed the ground,
Till spring had awaken,
And till the snowflakes slowly made its way to the ground.

After her awaiting,
The day to reunite.
But little did she know that when the parallel lines meet
Would be the end of her book.

Finally, hearing the words of his return,
Feeling the warmth of his patting hands,
Tears rolled down her beautiful blue dead eyes.

Wait for happiness
Wait for true love
Wait for the perfect timing
Wait for peace
Wait for the sun to shine
Wait for justice
Wait for joy to come in the morning
Wait for a dozen Rose's
Wait for a new journey
Wait for the right move to make
Wait for the right sign
Wait for success
Wait for understanding
Wait for inspiration
Wait for the rain to stop
Wait for spiritual guidance
Wait for a clear mind and a clear heart
Wait for that magic touch
Wait for the right advice
As long as you wait, you will never go wrong