The Glory Of Cactus...

It matters not if the leaves have withered,
Leaving the tree an empty bark.
It saddens me not if the spring eludes
And the fall keeps the hopes in dark.

I shall weather all this
And more so, with a reason
The spring may take its time.
Cactus does not need a season..

The last of the chill fades away,
Balmy sun then makes its way,
Seasons come and seasons go
My existence has a reason to grow.

No grief for the blooms that die
No envy for the birds that fly
I stand here rooted forever
A strength, that defines a winner.