By Linda Robertson Somers
One time in a far off desert land
Where only few survive
There grew a cactus strong and tall
Who somehow stayed alive.
The cactus won all men’s respect
For her spirit was so strong
That no one pulled her from the ground
Or did her any wrong.
But the cactus wasn’t satisfied
With this earthly plan
She wanted to be beautiful
And win the love of man.
One day on a midsummers night
As she began to doze
The magic of her wish came true
And changed her to a rose.
The first one to behold the rose
Was a traveler passing through,
He saw a thing of beauty
Where once a cactus grew.
He smiled as he plucked her down
That was all she knew
Man’s love, for which she died was through
He tossed her to the ground.