The Skeleton

So frail, yet strong for days of old
Lost memories lie between the wooden posts
Gray and brown yet worth much gold
Arms like an octopus the saguaro did boast

Bright colors and fruits is now all gone
No more flowers will adorn this long-forgotten figure
Appears lithe and pale in a new day’s dawn
In imagination of mind will it ever be bigger

Once the protecter of a great green giant
Keeping everything around it upright and tall
Once the protecter of something big and silent
Will forevermore feel tiny and small

A Saguaro Skelton

A Saguaro Skelton

A Saguaro Skelton

A Saguaro Skelton

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