desert muse

Those desert growing flowers
Have the strongest will of powers,
 Though they hardly see the rain
Still they grow without refrain,
Brightly colours and good smell
For the bees they are a bell,
thus their lives they can enjoy
using colours as decoy,
An oasis to restore
Nature’s cycle evermore,
Most of them equipped with spikes
prevent enemy from their strikes,
I see you as one of these
Out where time it seems to freeze,
To retain all of your charm
Of my muse you are the balm.