There you are...nestled in a centuries-old structure
with walls so thick...enough to withstand a weather beating.
So safe...no fire can touch your papery bracts.
Your crimson pronouncements are not inhibited
as if to spite the lack of water.
The arid life suits you so well.
Many a brash being will think twice
before they try and disturb your peace with your proud thorns.
So...we leave you...be.
