Joshua Tree
I may look deadI may be bent over
I may be hanging to one side or the other
I may appear fragile
My limbs may look wither and brown
My body maybe lean
My very tips may scratch at the ground
I am not tall or massive
I am not painted with the colors of the rainbow
But
I need very little to survive and grow
I am strong and mighty in my own right
Look closer at me I am bearing fruit
Most of my life I am reaching towards the heavens
I am shading the driest of lands
I grow wild and stand sturdy in environments that others can not even take roots
I can stand alone in the harsh of elements
My beauty is unique and unmistakeable
I may look as if the end of my life is near
But look closer and you will see I am only just blooming
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