Cactus
I'm in a garden
Growing free
Nobody to stare
Or pick prickly me
I'm the pointy cactus
Drops of dew and sunshine
Is all I ever need
I wish I was a tree though
Huge and leafy green
I wish I could shade people
I wish I was more seen
I wish I could hold nests
So birds could come and sleep
I wish I could nurture
I wish I could keep
But I'm the prickly cactus
No one tries to feed
I ruin the balance
Prick paper-cuts clean
No one wants to know me
Only warily they stare
Because I'm the prickly cactus
Pointed and obscene
The useless pointy plant
All angry and mean
But sometimes I grow flowers
A crown on my head
They come in bright colours
Pinky purples and reds
Sometimes I bloom yellow
Sometimes light and dark green
But I'm not the the delicate beauty
Daises and Roses seem
I'm scary and different
From near and afar
I bloom in my standing
I'm a lonely star
I do sometimes wonder
If I serve purpose
If the universe thinks I do and deserve it
But then the sun shines
And it's a new day
I'm a pointy cactus
Who is here to stay
Who is soft on the surface
With pin swords to slay