The Cactus And A Rock
Cactus & Rock
Out In The Desert
by Jeb Bensing 2013
The tiredly looking exasperated Cactus expressed with one breath.
In a soft whisper which could barely be heard,
While staring straight ahead with that thousand yard stare.
“It’s very hot out here!”
The equally tiredly looking exasperated Rock replied in one breath.
In a harsh outside shout which could clearly be heard,
While staring straight up at the Cactus with a bewildered gape,
“What do you expect; we are out here in the middle of the desert!
You’re tall, do you see a lake?”
A defeated look then fell upon the Cactus who now expressed a frown.
His eyes then turned downwardly to the grown while slowly expressing his words to the Rock,
“My greenish color is turning brown,
My needles are falling to the ground.
I don't feel my arms growing.
All the flowers never blossomed,
I feel no wind blowing.
It doesn’t look like any storm will be coming.
I am not going to last much longer."
At that moment the Rock felt sympathy for the Cactus.
Weary, Hot, and realizing his negative words on his part.
With down turned eyes and,
With a softness in his reply,
“I am sorry my friend.
From time to time,
I too have had doubts now and again.
We must be strong by remembering those words we both learned way back when –
The sun may be hot from way up top.
The moon may be bright when the night gives us a fright but,
The winter will soon be here upon us at least one time a year.
We should never have fear and,
Be of good cheer!”
Those inspiring words seemed to slowly make a difference within both of them.
The Cactus looked as though a smirk started to show.
Just then from deep within there was this bright greenish glow.
That small smirk had soon become a huge smile.
The radiant glow seemed to stretched for at least a mile.
Just as this all had begun,
The moment had changed to negative one.
A look of frustration and disappointment befell the Cactus.
That brilliant glow and smile was now at an end.
A rebuttable then came from the Cactus which was also peppered with a tone in his voice,
Those words we had learned way back when,
Came from a Coyote who tried to eat you and,
Got mad at me when my needles stabbed him in the rear-end!”
The Cactus And A Rock
- The Cactus And A Rock
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