Cactus, Come Bloom

Cactus, come bloom past these hard times.

As the desert awakens,

Can freshened health be far behind?

Easters don’t suffice with their vain chimes.

Let saving sun tilt its lens

To give resurrection a sign.

Cactus, keep blossoms coming into prime.

Emblazon now our carpet

With a promise beyond today.

Forge past prophets seeped in their crime

Who pay homage to a market

Where only profits have their say.

Cactus, be our succulent savior,

A last gift from threatening nature.