It stores up water in its roots, stems and leaves
It sips the morning dew
And any moist the dawn air brings
for it to endure the painful heat of the sun at noon.
It changes color from then to then
Sometimes it's bright green and sometimes it is yellow,
Sometimes it camouflaged with the red or brown desert
A means to hide from the camels and orxyes
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