A saguaro stood tall among his family, river running from his thorny eyes. The teardrops crystallized on the sand, pooling down the dune. They weren’t for Rosita, the flower who'd long since left him, or the Gila woodpeckers that left holes on his skin. No, it was because that stupid kid hopped off the bus and read him The Giving Tree. Freakin' Giving Tree. Cacti aren't trees, you ignorant piece of human garbage.
