Aloe Vera
Magda Prokopieva - Year 8
I stand upright and tall , a verdant aloe vera plant . A firm exterior , but a raw and true inside . My dearest let themselves free to me and rant , As a sponge , I soak up all of their struggles with pride .
I ’ m not as vibrant or delicate as an orchid or a rose . My colours show through my endless variants of patterns , Each smooth green leaf has contrasting yellow spikes as a close . My bright dots act as sparks , stars , making me one with Mars or Saturn .
My rigid spikes may intimidate a stranger , They act as a shield , a filter , protection from all things real . In no way do they represent me , I contain not a drop of danger , But compassion , depth , and beauty , a hidden ideal .
As I am elegant and sleek , I can sit as compelling decor , However , I can be differentiated from most flora . I will nurture you even whilst you fall to the floor , It ’ s your individualised gift for being my aurora .
Beneath my outer layers lives my most special aspect , My healing , soothing , calming anecdote . My medicine specific to any situation wrecked , Burns , acne , dehydration , any issue , even remote .
I am always available to act as your doctor , therapist or friend . Look out for spikes and break off a glistening green leaf , I will re-grow , re-build , for me it ’ s not the end . I would deduct my every tuft to corroborate that your agony is brief .