I gave birth to you.
I've seen you grow.
I've seen you when your happy.
I've seen you when you are down.
I've seen you proud and beautiful after a summer rain.
I've seen you dry and thristy, your fate out of my hands.
Lush and radiant.
Sick and in need of care and love.
Attacked, Stripped and Beaten.
I have seen you, I know you.
You are my garden.
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