Head held high, standing alone and proudly,
On the sandy, dry landscape, it was
Seemingly untouched by nature’s
fury
Silently braving the storms
across.
Where does it garner the strength to live and
thrive
When others in its place would perish
To manage alone it does contrive
The rare rains which it does cherish
Facing the wicked world with a
thorny exterior
Lacking both friends and foe,
Known the world over as a proud
survivor
The uncrowned king of the
desert show.
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