A cactus flowers, half in bloom.
Though rain and showers hide the sun,
I think of the desert when day is done.
When morning comes, again I'll rise
Pack a bag of school supplies
Drink my coffee, catch the bus
study tomes voluminous...
But on the morrow, I shall find,
If nothing else will come to mind,
I'll always know, forevermore,
a cactus waits beside my door.