Cactus

"Cactus "

Those harsh facts

That you need to accept.

Never go weak

Have the strength

Of a cactus,

In a desert.

Who Fights the thirsts,

The howling winds,

Yet always green,

With fleshy leaves.

All you need is

a little courage

so the thorns grow deep

in the bosom you keep.

Like the cactus with deep thorns 
And the courageous leaves
That never bleed
 As it has the thorns of its own to feel.