She’s gradually becoming a shadow,
Yet she looks beyond the shrivelled meadow,
She’s gradually walking into the night,
Yet she summons the light.
She rises with the morning,
She says the bed calls for mourning,
Though her body ails,
Her hope sails.
At dawn, she summons the elements,
As can be seen in her statements,
She stands tall on the inside,
Even though she’s feeble outside....
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