Keep her in the shade,
Far away from the sun.
She is too frail.
The rays could burn.
She keeps getting weaker,
She looks pale and thin.
Seal all the windows.
Maybe the sun is seeping in.
She gives up the fight,
She passes away.
The doctor comes in,
Nods his head in dismay.
He looked for maladies,
But there was none.
She was just a plant,
And they kept her from the sun.
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