~Varied Gardens~
As flowers She sees Her children,
In the evening's pale light.
For in Her many and varied gardens,
They await the birth of night.
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As She watches them reaching,
For the Moon's silver glance.
She sends them Life's sacred breath,
And She asks them to dance.
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Although at times their paths varied,
As they wondered Her many roads.
And though some may have tarried,
Their hearts she dearly holds.
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As flowers She sees Her children,
Those who seek Her bright glance.
For in Her many and varied gardens,
They continue the dance.
~Ametisti