Many ask, “What’s there to a cacti-filled park?”
They snicker and say there’s no beauty to a spiny plant
But, few know the wonders that lay nestled beyond the first gates
From the fiery summer heat…
To the cold winter’s snow on tall Mount Mino
Sunsets with colors of fire shine
The waters of cascade pools flow
A puma steadily stalks its prey…
As the quick tree frog bounds away
Hawks soar high in the sky,
Touching the clouds
Groves of aspen, birch, and pine
Stand on a hill, still, and in a line
Skiers rapidly slide down the slope,
Like human spirits soaring with hope
Throughout the day a tiny elf owl sleeps in its Saguaro home
Dreaming of its adventures at night
When bats fly…
And raccoons crawl in search for food
After all this beauty how can one say…?
What’s there to a cacti-filled park!
By Pooja Kini: Feb-2009
