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Oh Joshua Tree

Oh Joshua Tree,

Oh Joshua Tree!

I wonder what poems

Were written for thee!

In a time we can’t see

past the end of our nose;

I’m stricken by the hope

Of your expansive sand’s prose.

Oh Joshua Tree,

You’re a picture to me.

Without water you grow

Cactus flowers & seeds.

The creatures that make home

In your beautiful sands,

They thrive in the desert

Without human hands.

In a world that is falling captive

To self-righteous sides,

It’s in the desert I find

That the real truth resides.

Oh Joshua Tree,

My Joshua Tree!

Our rescue is present

In the strong winds of thee.

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