Oh cactus, how prickly and tough, Yet with you I feel so good and enough, Your arms may be sharp and spiky, But in your embrace, I feel so lucky. Through the desert, you survive, Withstanding the scorching sun that thrives, You grow resilient and strong, And in my heart, you belong. For every thorn, there's a flower, A symbol of your beauty and power, Your spines may seem hard and rough, But underneath, your heart is enough. So take my hand, dear cactus, Let us flourish and grow like us, Amidst the barren and dry, Together, let us bloom and never die. Oh, cactus, my love for you is true, From desert sands to skies of blue, My heart grows wild and free, For you, dear cactus, mean the world to me.