Are your roots still growing
Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive
Or have you capt them
Have you chosen to let the trunk mould
Wither away
Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain
Thirsting
feeding of our memories
Of a dream
seen in the seed born from you and me
A cactus
Inside still lush
With the shell and spikes
Protecting the core
holding on in the changing of colors
In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought
Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign
Not die for a rain which will never come again.