This poem I dedicate to my dear daughter 9D.
OLEANDER
Vast, barren mounds of sand
Surround every corner of the land
Who would want to be around?
Where there is hardly even any sound
“I,” said the Oleander
“Even the desert deserves a flower.”
But beauty so tender
How can she survive in harsh weather?
Yet she does
Through the drought, she thrives.
Poison is her invisible armor
To defend against those who don’t love her.
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