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In a place of natural beauty,

she sat among the fauna.

A morning rain mixed with the heat,

created an outdoor sauna.



Shears in hand she set to work,

pruning and pulling weeds.

Watering and caring for her flowers,

she had planted all from seeds.



They were like her children

and she treated them as such.

Giving nurturing and guidance,

to these ones she loves so much.



Approaching nigh on 90 years,

on weakened breath her wishes she gave.

She asked that all her beloved flowers,

be planted on her grave.



That is where they are growing now,

atop her final resting place.

And they never looked more beautiful,

then when covering their gardener with grace.