Watching as mountains rise into the atmosphere, not able to
catch hold of clouds no matter how high they grow, deserts
lying below.
Showing off their arid foliage, while wildlife scampers
around, hiding from we humans, afraid they may be harmed for
no reason.
Having reasons to beware of we humans from some of people's
atrocious behaviors towards them, cacti and nature on the
whole finding peace in the desert alone.
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