Desert Rose
by
MstSirena
Through wind and heat
and sudden storms,
my desert Rose
still lives on.
Reaching, stretching,
for what, she doesn't know,
her only thought
to wildly grow.
She bends, not often.
It's not her way.
She mocks the moonlite,
"Bring the day!"
Though thirsty always,
she won't complain
or curse the fates
to bring the rain.
