Miss Cactus the cactus miss.

Do cactuses get thirsty, And will they feel the heat, These questions are aplenty, Seeking them is imminent defeat. Miss Cactus you are pretty, But all you see are thorns, For attention you become greedy, From water insecurities are born. Miss Cactus longs for aqua, Yet she worships the flare, You know its really karma, When deception is a regular affair. The tangerine Sun is the light, Miss Cactus' universe seem bright, The Rain descends the sky is broken, And color white becomes an illusion. While Sun and the Rain tango, I often ask but I will never pry, Why do you kiss the seven glows, When once bitten twice shy. +Jenhan the exit before the entry “One of the greatest titles we can have is "old friend". We never appreciate how important old friends are until we are older. The problem is we need to start our old friendships when we are young. We then have to nurture and grow those friendships over our middle age when a busy life and changing geographies can cause us to neglect those friends. Today is the day to invest in those people we hope will call us 'old friend" in the years to come.” - Grant Fairley