I am a desert flower
Used to long dry spells
Sand storms, cold nights
Hot sun, shifting dunes
No delicate hands tend to me
No soft fertile bed to scatter my seeds
My children will be sturdy like me
And learn to survive the desert wind
So all you soft and delicate ones
Do not compare yourselves to me
I do not have your soft petals
I do not have your delicate hues
But what I have, you do not have!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem about desert flower.
Thank you! So nice to have your comment!