In winter the clouds let out what they can't hold anymore
The ground drinks it up
Each water droplet percolating
Nourishing what's beneath the surface
Like humans, when watered properly
Not too much
Or too little
The earth gives thanks
It loves the sky right back
Blooming up to the sun
Saying thank you
I love you.

graceful
as the orient
but yet
a western plant
aloes
are
indigenous
to the desert's
rock and sand

delicate
white flowers
or
bold red
on slender stems
the flaming
torches
burning
bring
hummingbirds
to them

from the tiny
Aloe Pepe
to the mighty
Century
those plants
upon a hillside
are there
for all
to
see

there's the wierd
Octopus Aloe
small leafy plants appeal
one type of
Aloaceae
has a pulp which
soothes
and
heals

in my father's
cactus garden
he has
all types to show
please sit in my
Sanctuary
where
the
lovely

aloes grow


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/19/2016

~~~<☆>~~~

fuchsia garland sits
rakishly upon a
platinum blonde head
of close cropped spines


sun glints in her curls


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/8/2014
rewritten  (c) 3/4/2016

a fool
came to my town
having no knowledge
of cacti

he was
greatly impressed
by a certain flower on a
cholla

before i
had a chance
to warn him, he put
his hand to the plant
and proceeded to breathe
deeply of the scent of
the bloom

"Ooouch!"
the obvious happened
i then proceeded to ask him
how it smelled

"It was the most beautiful fragrance
I have ever inhaled!" he said


So.
*who was the fool?

People who would go near me would surely get hurt
That's why I should isolate myself in a desert
Just like how much water a cactus can hold
The same amount of tears are waiting to be poured

.
•my
arms point
to the sky•
a gesture
                           frozen in                 eter-
                                 nity•un-                fazed as
                                   the clouds                whisper a
        lie•                 rumours of                 rain that
  never               came quickly•            prickles
protrude             menacingly            •threaten-
ing all who          would stray         too close•      
baseless            gossip that   masquerade    
as pleasant-   ry•to deviate me from      
the path i chose•still i stand            
here...duelling the sun          
•in a land scorched            
barren•search-  
ing for hope
when there's 
really none•
here i stand...
lonely and
drought
stricken•
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