The Cactus
Shak Chung Shan Memorial Catholic Primary School, Li Hoi Yee Eilly, Poetry: Group 2
The vast Gobi Desert
The greatest landscape of Asia.
Under the sweltering , burning shadow of the rising sun
Everything waking, tuning from the night
I stand tall and still in the thirsty sand
Admiring my dazzling home.
Under the sizzling , steaming air of the noon
The distracting sun over my head
With the water in my roots
I can savour the luxurious rays
Glittering off the golden sand
Cherishing this inestimable moment.
Under the breezy, chilly atmosphere of the evening
I close my eyes
Standing still
Ready for the coming wind
Waiting for the horrifying sandstorm.
Under the freezing, frigid breeze of the night,
Animals struggle in the gale
Plants huddle in the darkness under the twilight
A distressing and lingering nightmare.
Although my home looks desolate and deprived
I’m never famished nor isolated
Though my home is cruel
The sand is my shelter
The sunshine is my growth.
I am a humble cactus from the boundless Gobi Desert
