The Rose, the Cactus, and the Sun

I wrote this poem when I was 16 years old. I thought you'd enjoy it.

The Rose, the Cactus,
and the Sun

A Rose with petals so lovely,
stood...alone
in a vast Desert
somewhere...
unknown to
anyone
in the World outside.

The Rose noticed a Cactus,
standing, magnificently,
in a vast Desert,
somewhere...
unknown to
anyone
who
passed by.

The Cactus looked inviting to the Rose
as She
touched it
with Her petals so lovely-
but the Cactus
hurt Her
and made Her cry.
The Cactus only scoffed at the Rose, which made Her feel worse.

She began to wilt,
in Her misery-
She
was
dying,
the Rose with petals so lovely.

The Sun saw Her in Her pain-
So He Shone

upon Her

as bright as bright can be.
She began

to grow,

and feel so much better!
She was no longer wilting,
but blossoming again!

The Sun never left Her, nor dimmed, but seemed to remain the same.
The Cactus died and shrivelled up, to be nothing more than nothing
in the sand.

A Rose with petals so lovely stood...not alone in a vast Desert somewhere...
unknown to anyone in the World outside,
but known
to The Morning Star!

-CEC

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