Saguaro Seeds

The ancient cactus that grows in barren lands Alone and shaded by their own thorns Take hundreds of years to mature Hundreds of years to prepare Hundreds of years until They give life A tiny bloom finally appears in thorny reaches And blesses the skies with new colors Colors that invite the flying bugs Colors that sweetly sing Colors that soon fade away And the gift comes In a bursting Ancient Saguaro seeds season the desert airs Like black pepper from a kitchen shaker But with special and sacred flavor In a bursting they ride the winds They dance in blazing the air And they settle over time Into shadows The Saguaro keeps secret their lives’ tales While they give to the rest of the world Places to sleep and places to live Offering slivers of precious shade While the whole time they grow For hundreds of years To give life Only once