There she stands
Mighty and proud.
In the crowd,
She just would stand out.
Admiration she would be earning
Without even trying.

There she stands
Pricked by her thorns.
Ignore so hard she tried
The pain that burns inside.
The sap flowed freely
As she was pierced deeply.

The cactus wept.
The sap ran endlessly.
And then it dried suddenly
And crystallized before her eyes.
I was mesmerized
By the beauty she remained to epitomize.