Have you ever wondered as you look at a cactus,
Staying at arms link to prevent the prickly touch.
How they flourish in the drought and void
As they grow they don’t need much.
But how do the flowers adorn the plant?
The beauty among the instrument of pain.
Yet they grown and the beauty they present
They don’t let the thorns overcome their plan
To attract those passing by to stop and look,
Regardless of the thorns that try to overcome.
Life is full of thorns along the way,
Don’t focus on their intent of pain
But keep an eye for the beauty within.
As the flowers grow brighter when receiving the rain.
Blessings along the way!