Be the water, quench my thirst
Do not over water, drown me
Leave me room for growth
Be the caring hands, transplant me
When the world around becomes too trifling
When roots are overcrowded tipping
Over, falling unbalanced from overgrowth
Be sustenance, feed my mind
Pollinate my every thought
Propagate my offspring - respect
Support and kindness to all you come across
When all the work, care and nurturing
Become too much to maintain
With trimming shears, remove what needs to
Careful not to cut yourself
Be constant in your resolve, do not fear
I will not wither or dry out
Do not startle, or be confounded to find
I was never a delicate rose,
still a cactus bloom
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