Her Gardens

She grooms her gardens far and wide
Large they reach almost to the skies.
She dips her hand among the rivers
To give her gardens a drink so fresh.
Lately she cries for her gardens
That once were green; now turn brown.
From others who burn and cut down
Her gardens she so tenderly care.
Raindrops of her tears fall upon;
Her gardens she hope to replenish
Back to life; that once were green.

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