Jonny EL Nopal grew from a Baron land
The defending himself with thorns
Thirsty For water to drink
Somehow he produce pitayas to eat
Knowing that they would judge the Nopal
By the lack of fruits He bare
He was still proud, they was rare.  
Ripe with dimples, smiling with a dare
Even through pain, still willing to share  
A thorn to the heart as I stare, life is a mirage and he is no longer there.