The sharp cacti are needles in a pin cushion, sticking their needles out to ***** the finger of a helpless person.
The dry, rough ground is a pair of Winter lips, in need of moisturizing.
The one tree every 50 miles is a rain drop in a drought, treasured and loved by everyone in the desert.
The one of few ponds is a warm, rich, and steamy bath, used so much until it’s gone.

The ground lures the Fall
Leaves to leave their home and come down
And cover the dead grass.

Green gems change color in
Dim, still light of the volcanoes
Rain cools sizzling Spring Earth

Our World turns slowly. She
protects us all, and all we do
to thank her, is **** her.

Maisie
I love her so
I need to cherish her
Because she could go any time
Don’t go

Toby
I loved him so
His sister Maisie, too
But something happened to Toby
Love you

Toby
What a good dog
Toby went through a lot
We went through a lot together
Goodbye