With water I bloom
without water I blossom
I remain green whatsoever
always fresh however
could be my strength in a way
be my weakness in ways
I go untended all the time
yet I keep myself in prime
could be my quality good
could be my quality bad
I am a paradox all the more
I have been so from yore
who am I? you would have guessed
I am a flower of the desert with a bless.
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