Saguaros standing guard over desert land, carefully
watching God's plan.
Being misunderstood, as big and clumsy, their
awkwardness is really God's strange beauty.
Needles keeping distance from most all things, save
a few, to let everyone know, it is to look at, not
to be touched by mere human hands.
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