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Succulent you are

With your red fruits

Deep is the green

From which your leaves gleam

Sharp are the spikes

At the points of your leaves

You are such a beautiful evergreen.

You are Holly without the ivy

Yet you still draw me in

Even though we are nearing

The end of this winter thing

And have now entered spring

I know you will be continuing

Through all seasons and will bring

Such joy to the hearts of

Those who love nature

I must go now but I promise you

I will be back later.